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On our last trip to the coast |
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We watched the boats sail the sea |
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"How effortlessly they float" |
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You turned and said to me |
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And sedately I sat there |
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In my quiet mist of rage |
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How I wanted to tell you |
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But I was hushed by my shame |
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So when the waves come rolling in |
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Then I won't turn the tide |
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And in the line of fire |
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You'll set me aside |
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So go on Richard let go |
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And I can still remember |
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The laughter in a stranger's face |
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And the way you would tell me |
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To slow down my pace |
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See no living is that easy |
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No living is that fair |
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Of course I was going to lose you |
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Were you ever even there? |
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So when the waves come rolling in |
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Then I won't turn the tide |
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And in the line of fire |
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You'll set me aside |
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So go on Richard let go |
