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The summer on the docks |
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Remember all we did |
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And all those things you said |
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That they're not so long ago |
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When we were kids |
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I used to drive around in the summer late |
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I rolled the windows down and laughed |
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And listening to that sound |
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Old box of tapes |
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And there's so much to change |
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And the waves are breaking |
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Oh, my heart is taking all she can |
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Come one day down to wash away |
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All those crumbling mansions on the sand |
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I've seen the neighborhood |
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I get a splash of paint |
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And fix the rotten wood |
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You know there's so much here |
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The sun has caused to fade |
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And there's so much to change |
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And the waves are breaking |
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Oh, my heart has taken all she can |
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Come one day down to wash away |
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All those crumbling mansions on the sand |
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And I'll try to wrap my arms around the sea |
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Well, I'll try to hold this surf back and the tide |
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Well, I'm holding on to something that can't be |
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No matter how |
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I tryAnd there's so much to change |
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And the waves are breaking |
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Oh, my heart has taken all she can |
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Come one day down to wash away |
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All those crumbling mansions on the sand |
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Summer on the docks |
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Remember all we did |
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And all those things you said back then |
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Not so long ago when we were kids |