| Fountains and flourescent lights
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| When season has come
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| The snowbirds have crowded the nights
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| And old townies are tired
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| Of their beaches and bars
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| Being packed so tight
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| And bridges, and traffic, and inlets
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| Are locked in their fight
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| And on these boats
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| Ride the hopes of working class boys
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| Dreaming of girls, from far away points
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| And better things. |
| Like winter flings
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| And longing after spring has sprung
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| And they fly north when winter’s done
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| And we get burned in summer’s sun
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| Fountains and fluorescent lights
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| The season has come
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| The snowbirds have taken their flight
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| And young townies and tourists
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| Find unlikely love at first sight
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| And swear that they’re never leaving
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| And that is their plight
|
| And on these boats
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| Ride the hopes of working class boys
|
| Dreaming of girls, from far away points
|
| And better things. |
| Like winter flings
|
| And longing after spring has sprung
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| And they fly north when winter’s done
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| And we get burned by summer’s sun
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| This winter is lasting forever
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| At least for tonight
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| And I know that you’re never leaving
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| Until your flight
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| Takes you off
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| And out of my arms
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| And into the air
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| So far from your charms
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| That I can not bare
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| Another year
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| In this long forgotten beach town
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| We once shared
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| This winter is lasting forever
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| At least for tonight
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| And I know that you’re never
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| Leaving me again
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| No, not again |