| B.K. |
| was my best friend on the school
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| We got high and played the brilliant fools
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| And one magic Sunday down on the beach
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| We sailed off somewhere out of reach
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| And I first tasted love when I was just 14
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| She was fine, she filled up all my dreams
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| But much too young, you know we drifted apart
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| Strange how the memory still pulls at my heart
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| No -- I’d never felt that way before
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| Even if I had, I’d still be standing --
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| Naked on the shore
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| Well I was coming home
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| From Staying out all night
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| When sadness rolled across
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| Like a dark December night
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| Oh, he was more than just a 'Gramps' to me
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| He was something like a Dad
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| And I took the loss so hard
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| You know I never felt so bad
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| No -- I’d never felt that way before
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| Even if I had, I’d still be coming back for more.
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| No I never seen a sun so bright.
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| And I’m standing
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| Naked on the shore
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| Yes I feel as though I’m standing…
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| I’m looking back on all these things i’ve done
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| Still I know -- the best is yet to come
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| 'Cause experience and innocence
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| That’s what I’ve got behind me
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| Unless you look ahead my friend
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| You’re never gonna find me
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| Naked on the shore |