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At the sea, in the sand |
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You were free to my hand |
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As we touched behind the wind |
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Left so much outside our skin |
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You never stay in all four dimensions |
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You never ever return when you're gone |
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One more summer in surf city |
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Solarized recollection |
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Well the sun and its rays |
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Are as one throughout space |
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And my mind's always on you |
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First a light, I'll break through |
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You never stay in all four dimensions |
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You never ever return when you're gone |
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One lonely summer in surf city |
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Solarized recollection |
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What a night to start writing about this |
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Tall palms grasp the summer clouds |
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And anchor the stormy sky to the ground |
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Outside the ghosts of Jaguars and Impalas |
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Roll along the storm roads |
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Leaving damp marks where they had passed |
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The air it hisses as they go |
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It stands aside with a decisive sigh |
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It reaches for this back's fleeting ??? |
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This night it aches with memory (?) |
