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The Pacific North West Coast, |
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Holds a place I long to see, |
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An unmarked stretch of beach, |
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Tied to your memory, |
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I made my way there, |
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Breathed that air and walked on those dunes, |
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Tuck my feet in the sand, |
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Hold your daughter's hand |
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There's a debt, sir, |
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Unanswered, that i can't repay, |
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What you gave away. |
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They say the fire goes out |
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On a star long before we know |
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Of the light that shines down on us below. |
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I went to that beach, |
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My own footprints trailing behind, |
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To be washed out by the tide, |
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Or for someone to find. |