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Always thought she'd stick around |
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always thought she'd stay |
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Now he's searching for the ring |
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the one she had to throw away |
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beach comber casts a shadow |
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long as his beard |
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never thought to cut it since his lover disappeared |
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she left him in this crazy state he's in |
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scouring the shoreline oh looking for the ring |
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oh the ring that was wrapped around her finger |
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she was just a dream and he was just a dreamer |
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there's a rhythm to his madness |
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a rhythm that he's in |
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retracing all the steps he walked |
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where once he was a king |
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his heart jolts awake to the beeps of |
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his machine starts racing faster faster |
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till it's a steady stream |
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he riffles through every grain of sand |
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one for everything that slipped through his hands |
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and his friends have all gone |
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gone with the tide |
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and he's standing on the shoreline |
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stranded in time |
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beach combing for his lost gold |
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something to have and to hold |
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oh small fortunes they sat and stay |
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too long to wash away |
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sweat dripping from his head |
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like a bridal shower |
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and dampening the gleaming sand |
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but mixed with tears so sour |
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coz he is just a dreamer |
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she was just a dream |
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he is just a dreamer |
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she was just a dream |
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he is just a dreamer she is just a dream |
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she is just a dream his is just a dreamer |
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she was just a dream |
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he is just a dreamer |