| «I think I’m changing,» said Suzanne
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| From her beach chair in the sand
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| Let’s try to get in one more swim
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| Before the evening tide comes in
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| Sitting by the windowsill
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| Now there’s too much time to kill
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| Old man, do you think we’ll pull through?
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| Believe in me like I do you
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| Take me home
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| I want to go home
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| You first told me you loved me
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| At our picnic by the sea
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| Yes, the tides they rise and fall
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| We married at the old town hall
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| Children grown the house is still
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| And now there’s too much time to kill
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| Suzanne, do you think we’ll pull through?
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| Believe in me like I do you
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| Take me home
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| I want to go home |