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Overhead high, the crystal cylinders move down the point.
I sat back and I starred in awe working on my second joint.
Waxed up my boards, put my fins in the slot,
I watched a nice on peel down the line.
Sunrise at my favorite spot, paddling out,
I'm feeling fine, feeling fine.

Sat on the boil, the sets were six to eight,
my heart was pounding when I took my first drop.
Slotted the tube, I got spit right out,
I charged the inside, I just couldn't stop.
No exit shack, it pinned me flat on the reef,
I was feeling alone as I swam for the sunshine.
(feeling so alone)
The wave, it charged me, I paddled back to the boil,
the "sesh" was looking to be all time.

And it was twice as high as it looked from shore.
This solo soul session is looking to be so hardcore.

SOLO

Dolphins and turtles met me out at the point,
I walked a line between man and nature I'd never seen.
The winds turned offshore at ten o'clock,
it was a scene from a dream.
My friends, they pulled up and the trades shut it down.
My dream surf had been blown far away.
Looking out at the wind blown point
all I could say is:

It was twice as high as it looked from shore.
This solo soul session is looking to be so hardcore.

Overhead high the crystal cylinders move down the point.
I sat back and I starred in awe working on my second joint.
Waxed up my boards, put my fins in the slot,
I watched a nice on peel down the line.
Sunrise at my favorite spot, paddling out,
I'm feeling fine, feeling fine.