| As the twilight was returning
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| And the sun began to fall
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| I walked down to the beachfront
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| And watched the whitecaps roll
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| A flare exploded over the ocean an orange tear
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| Then I saw at the corner of my eye
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| The girl at the end of the pier
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| She stood and stared at the brightness,
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| Glowing and complete
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| In her crinoline and lacing
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| With the wood beneath her feet
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| She walked in splinters shedding the salt of a single tear
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| Who will fill up the vacuum inside her
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| The girl at the end of the pier
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| The toffee apples strewn on the pavement
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| The candy floss sticks to the tar
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| The organ grinder’s monkeys
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| Been freed from enslavement
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| He ran beneath the wheels of a family car
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| The toffee apples strewn on the pavement
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| The candy floss sticks to the tar
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| The organ grinder’s monkeys
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| Been freed from enslavement
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| He ran beneath the wheels of a family car
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| Now the funfair is shut down
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| And the coconut shy is gone
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| A carousel spins on regardless
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| And the big wheel creaks and groans
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| No one saw her run to the railing and disappear
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| One more drop in an unfeeling ocean,
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| The girl at the end of the pier
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| One more drop in an unfeeling ocean,
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| The girl at the end of the pier
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| Girl at the end of the pier
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| Girl at the end of the pier |