| She was a sullen little visitor in her coastal way
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| Just where the Japanese guys take pictures of the sea spray
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| That dandelion wine time in St. Paul
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| Out in the rip if you were hip you could hear the mermaids call
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| You were swimming along backwards in the upside-down dark
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| You crashed into me painfully in the underground car park
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| Insulated by your rubber skin
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| As your bubbles rise up you breathe the water in
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| Someone on the shore you can nver make out
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| Calls out your name and wavs, it’s not worth thinking about
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| Down the slow and lazy cafe in the seaweed breeze
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| Romeo has just been born unaware of his destinies
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| Ah, you ask me for credentials and your secretary laughs
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| We would never let a man like you get his hands on our stuff
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| But in the winter when the clouds roll in along the briny deep
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| The apartments are half empty and the big talk is cheap
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| The buses and the camper-vans have all assembled here
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| They’re waiting for morning that has failed to appear
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| And you’re dreaming if you think they’re gonna sink like that again
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| I’m out here drowning for you in the hypodermic rain
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| That’s all |