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On the banks of a sunset beach |
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Messages scratched in sand |
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Beneath a roaming home of stars |
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Young boys try their hand |
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A spanish harbouring of sorts |
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In catalonian bars |
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They were pulled from a sinking ship |
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And saved for last |
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On the waterfront the rain |
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Is pouring in my heart |
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Here the memories come in waves |
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Raking in the lost and found of years |
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And though i'd like to laugh |
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At all the things that led me on |
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Somehow the stigma still remains |
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Watch the train steam full ahead |
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As it takes the bend |
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Empty carriages lose their tracks |
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And tumble to their end |
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So the world shrinks drop by drop |
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As the wine goes to your head |
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Swollen angels point and laugh |
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"this time your god is dead" |
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On the waterfront the rain |
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Is pouring in my heart |
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Here the memories come in waves |
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Raking in the lost and found of years |
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And though i'd like to laugh |
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At all the things that led me on |
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Somehow the stigma still remains |
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Is our love strong ENOUGH? |
