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One day, where the shoreline breaks, |
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We'll write in sand all our mistakes, |
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For the sea to wash away, |
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And you shall sit with me. |
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And the car crashed, some one night stand, |
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A cocaine nose job, numb right hand, |
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Expecting some kind of reprimand, |
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It's way too late for that. |
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Fortune hasn't robbed me blind, |
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But caressed the corners of my mind, |
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It came to see what it could find, |
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Before I slipped away. |
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For I walked the shores of its afternoons, |
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Beneath the sky still hung with jewels, |
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Caressed by clouds and bloody fools, |
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Who have so much to say. |
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One day, where the shoreline breaks, |
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We'll write in sand all our mistakes, |
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For the sea to wash away, |
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And you shall sit with me. |
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At the sea. |
