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Ocean Blues Video (MV)




Performed By: Ari Wilde
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Arianna Baragiola




Ari Wilde - Ocean Blues Lyrics




I was listening to a New Jersey band and I was reminded of you
Cause the song seemed like something you would like
How are you doing, my fair weather friend?
I haven't seen you in a while
I want to see you again, even if I have to fight nail and tooth, I will
At least you're not one of those who would hang me upon
The cross and watch me bleed
And all the people who left you bleeding on the floor
I think you shouldn't talk to them anymore
But of course, I'm happy for you, if you do
And if you ever need advice, just call me up
It's the one thing where I have even more experience than you

Even if I had the chance to go back
I would never go back
There was a time when my whole life was pitch-black
And if you give me money, give me candy, give me prayers
Perhaps I could forget about when you weren't there
But life is not fair
I never said it was
So why do I feel
Like I'm still paying the cost?
And memories are real
But so is loss
I'm feeling like a ghost
That's haunting this loft

And this is my home turf, home sweet home
Like the first victim of an illness in a war zone
And my mind aches violently and throbs
I don't have a single thing they haven't robbed
I need to do something to shake the electricity in my feet
Every night I'm dreaming I'm e-either making out with you or losing my teeth
And so many I loved are dying, I've had enough
This world's got me to believe in impossible stuff

Even if I had the chance to go back
I would never go back
There was a time when my whole life was pitch-black
And if you give me money, give me candy, give me prayers
Perhaps I could forget about when you weren't there
But life is not fair
I never said it was
So why do I feel
Like I'm still paying the cost?
And memories are real
But so is loss
I'm feeling like a ghost
That's haunting this loft
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I was listening to a New Jersey band and I was reminded of you
Cause the song seemed like something you would like
How are you doing, my fair weather friend?
I haven't seen you in a while
I want to see you again, even if I have to fight nail and tooth, I will
At least you're not one of those who would hang me upon
The cross and watch me bleed
And all the people who left you bleeding on the floor
I think you shouldn't talk to them anymore
But of course, I'm happy for you, if you do
And if you ever need advice, just call me up
It's the one thing where I have even more experience than you

Even if I had the chance to go back
I would never go back
There was a time when my whole life was pitch-black
And if you give me money, give me candy, give me prayers
Perhaps I could forget about when you weren't there
But life is not fair
I never said it was
So why do I feel
Like I'm still paying the cost?
And memories are real
But so is loss
I'm feeling like a ghost
That's haunting this loft

And this is my home turf, home sweet home
Like the first victim of an illness in a war zone
And my mind aches violently and throbs
I don't have a single thing they haven't robbed
I need to do something to shake the electricity in my feet
Every night I'm dreaming I'm e-either making out with you or losing my teeth
And so many I loved are dying, I've had enough
This world's got me to believe in impossible stuff

Even if I had the chance to go back
I would never go back
There was a time when my whole life was pitch-black
And if you give me money, give me candy, give me prayers
Perhaps I could forget about when you weren't there
But life is not fair
I never said it was
So why do I feel
Like I'm still paying the cost?
And memories are real
But so is loss
I'm feeling like a ghost
That's haunting this loft
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Writer: Arianna Baragiola
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