| It was late in July in the midst of his teens
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| He staggered onto the sand alone as nobody else could be seen
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| Sat to ponder when a nightmare intervened
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| Unsettling shrill of a midnight scream
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| It’s too hard to walk away when terror is not too far
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| When he went to investigate, the blood was boiling
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| Under the boards was a figure obstructed from view
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| 20/20 is nothing at quarter to two
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| He stumbled over to confirm that this was true
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| And couldn’t stop his screaming
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| It’s too hard to walk away when terror is not too far
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| When he went to investigate, the blood was boiling
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| And who could ever leave her like this?
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| He took her hand inside of his
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| A flatline, no sign insisting wrist
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| How much worse could the world that we live in be?
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| Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
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| By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
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| Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
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| By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
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| The next morning they all whispered about Jane Doe
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| Of all importance was just being the first to know
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| Any evidence was taken out by the tide
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| It’s just a nihilist that wreaks his craft with pride
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| It’s too hard to walk away when terror is not too far
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| When he went to investigate, the blood was boiling
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| Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
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| By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
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| Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
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| By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay |