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See this ancient riverbed |
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See where all my folly's led |
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Down by the water and down by the old main drag |
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I was just some tow-head teen |
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Feeling 'round for fingers to get in between |
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Down by the water and down by the old main drag |
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The season rubs me wrong |
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The summer swells anon |
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So knock me down, tear me up |
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But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup |
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Down by the water and down by the old main drag |
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Sweet descend this rabble 'round |
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The pretty little patter of a seaport town |
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Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag |
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All dolled up in gabardine |
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The lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen |
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Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag |
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The season rubs me wrong |
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The summer swells anon |
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So knock me down, tear me up |
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But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup |
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Down by the water and down by the old main drag |
