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Oh, the boardwalk's deserted |
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There's nobody down by the shore |
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And the Ferris wheel ride |
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Isn't turning around anymore |
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The heat wave and the crowds are just old news |
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But I've still got some sand in my shoes |
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(Sand in my shoes) |
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Brings memories of the salty air |
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(Sand in my shoes) |
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Oh, the blanket that we used to share |
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How we fell in love down by the sea |
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Comes back to me (I've still got some sand in my shoes) |
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With the sand in my shoes |
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Oh, when the water was cold |
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You would tremble and hold me so tight |
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And we'd sit on the beach |
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Just to wait for the stars to come out at night |
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The heat wave and crowds are just old news |
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But I've still got some sand in my shoes |
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(Sand in my shoes) |
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Oh, brings memories of the salty air |
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(Sand in my shoes) |
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Oh, the blanket that we used to share |
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How we fell in love down by the sea |
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Comes back to me (I've still got some sand in my shoes) |
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With the sand in my shoes |
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(Sand in my shoes) Whoa |
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(Sand in my shoes) Whoa-la-la-la-la-oh |
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(Sand in my shoes) Whoa-oh |
