| You were standing on the shore
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| Listening to the ocean roar
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| The sea was tangled in your hair
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| Immortal, young and free of cares
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| You let the night lull you away to
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| Dark Pacific Palisades, yeah
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| Wait for the summer
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| It’ll come round again
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| It’s coming down in sheets of rain
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| Water’s running in the drain
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| I lie with candles by my bed
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| Brian Wilson in my head
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| Dennis Wilson, Sharon Tate
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| Dark Pacific Palisades, yeah
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| Wait for the summer
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| It’ll come round again
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| Dragged down by the undertow
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| I know I can’t live forever
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| She is fire in my soul
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| I know I can’t live without her
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| All I have is in my head
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| Only you can understand, yeah
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| Wait for the summer
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| It’ll come round again
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| You were standing on the shore
|
| Listening to the ocean roar
|
| The sea was tangled in your hair
|
| Immortal, young and free of cares
|
| You let the night lull you away to
|
| Dark Pacific Palisades, yeah
|
| Wait for the summer
|
| It’ll come round again
|
| Wait for the summer
|
| It’ll come round again
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| Yeah, wait for the summer
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| It’ll come round again |