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The waves coming in, |
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Sweeping up on the shore. |
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Bringing back the time |
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When our love was here before. |
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Clouds sinking down, |
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The hills are turning black. |
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I've seen it all before, |
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Think I'll make my way back. |
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Once there was laughter |
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Where now there's only pain. |
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All the childrens' sand caverns |
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Turn to mud by, by the rain. |
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My feet, they are sinking, |
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I'm feeling so alone. |
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I see the storm is coming, |
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Time to make my way home. |
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Cold wind is ablowing, |
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Thunder he cracks. |
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I have seen it all before, |
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Think I'll make my way back. |