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It's raining on the beach |
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She inches close but out of reach |
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The waves look painted on |
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Seagulls screaming |
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The sea is warship grey |
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It whispers "Fool!" then slides away |
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Black coastline slumbers on |
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Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her |
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And all the flags that flap on the pier |
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Spell why on earth do you want |
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The fog hides much but one thing is clear |
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She's nearer |
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Dead deck chairs under shrouds |
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And life belts gape like minstrel mouths |
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Her hair still smells of salt |
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Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her |
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Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her |
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He who hesitates is lost |
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If you want her, you should tell her |
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Take her by the hand If you hesitate |
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If you wait, November wins her November will win her |
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She returns to sand |
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So get ahold of the girl |
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I say I like your coat |
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Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat |
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I nearly didn't hear for |
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Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her |
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He who hesitates is lost |
