| The summer on the docks
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| Remember all we did
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| And all those things you said
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| That they’re not so long ago
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| When we were kids
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| I used to drive around in the summer late
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| I rolled the windows down and laughed
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| And listening to that sound
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| Old box of tapes
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| And there’s so much to change
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| And the waves are breaking
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| Oh, my heart is taking all she can
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| Come one day down to wash away
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| All those crumbling mansions on the sand
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| I’ve seen the neighborhood
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| I get a splash of paint
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| And fix the rotten wood
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| You know there’s so much here
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| The sun has caused to fade
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| And there’s so much to change
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| And the waves are breaking
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| Oh, my heart has taken all she can
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| Come one day down to wash away
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| All those crumbling mansions on the sand
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| And I’ll try to wrap my arms around the sea
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| Well, I’ll try to hold this surf back and the tide
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| Well, I’m holding on to something that can’t be
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| No matter how I try
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| And there’s so much to change
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| And the waves are breaking
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| Oh, my heart has taken all she can
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| Come one day down to wash away
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| All those crumbling mansions on the sand
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| Summer on the docks
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| Remember all we did
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| And all those things you said back then
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| Not so long ago when we were kids |