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Rain is pouring down |
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In our land-locked town |
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Skies are always gray |
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Let's go surfing, babe |
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Somewhere there is hope |
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Somewhere there are dreams |
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Far from soot and smoke |
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Let's go surfing, babe |
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Tonight as we look at the moon and the stars |
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From our room with security bars |
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There's a westerly wind that is blowing both our minds |
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And both our feet |
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Walk through sand that's as white as the snow |
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Past the people named |
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Kelley and |
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Joe Who have nothing in common with anyone we know |
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We know they're |
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Too Wagnerian |
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Too Shakespearian |
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Too impossible |
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Let's go surfing, babe |
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Somewhere there is hope |
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Far from everything |
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Far from misanthropes |
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Let's go surfing, babe |
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Tonight, from a room only |
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Dickens could love |
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Wearing moth-eaten sweaters and gloves |
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We will open the window and feel an on-shore wind |
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A-blowing in |
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Grab our boards from the back of our van |
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Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand |
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Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end |
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Somewhere there is hope |
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Somewhere there are dreams |
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Far from everything |
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Let's go surfing, babe |
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Tonight, grab our boards from the back of our van |
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Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand |
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Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end |
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Catch a wave, a wave, a wave |
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Catch a wave, a wave, a wave |
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Somewhere there is hope |
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Somewhere there are dreams |
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Far from everything |
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Let's go surfing, babe |
