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No foreign pair of dark sunglasses |
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Will ever shield you from the light |
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That pierces your eyelids, the screaming |
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Of the gulls / Feeding off the bodies |
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Of the fish, thrashing up the bay till it was |
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Red, turning the sky a cold dark colour |
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As they circled overhead. |
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He swam out to the edge of the reef, |
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There were cuts across his skin, |
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Saltwater on his eyes and arms, but |
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He could not feel the sting / There was |
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No one left to hold him back, no one |
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To call out his name, dress him feed |
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Him drive him home, say "Little boy |
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It doesn't have to end this way !" |
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He announced their trial separation, and |
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Spent the night in a Park Beach Motel |
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Bed, a total stranger lying next to him, |
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Rain hitting the root hard over his head / |
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She said "What's the matter now lover |
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Boy, has the cat run off with your |
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Tongue? Are you drinking to get |
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Maudlin, or drinking to get numb?" |
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He called out to the seabirds "Take me |
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Now, I'm no longer afraid to die", but |
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They pretended not to hear him, and just |
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Watched him with their hard and bright |
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Black eyes / They could pick the eye |
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From any dying thing that lay within |
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Their reach, but they would not touch |
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The solitary figure lying tossed up |
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On the beach. |
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So, where were you? |
