| I’ve been humming a high note
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| Maybe something that I wrote
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| Out sailing in my boat
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| I’m not really sure
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| I’m still singing the same tune
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| I’ve been kicking around since June
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| All morning and afternoon
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| Now it’s all a blur
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| I’ve been listening to sea shells
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| To hear the stories that they tell
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| Of high times and tide swells
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| That have yet to occur
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| Backsliding down the drain
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| Partially taking all the blame
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| Chasing coins to fill the purse
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| Is it really better or for worse
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| Is it a blessing or a curse
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| To pass the buck
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| Is it a bounty or a bust
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| Is it precious metal or just rust
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| Well it seems it’s up to us
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| So wish us luck
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| I kept making a U-turn
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| Ended up with a sunburn
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| But the lesson that I learned
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| Was worth the skin that peeled
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| I climbed so many mountains
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| It’s not even worth counting
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| All the drinks in the fountain
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| Before it was revealed
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| Backsliding down the drain
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| Partially taking all the blame
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| From the copper to the kettle
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| The stamen to the petal
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| We watch the value of sand dollars crumble |