| Lucinda
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| We met one summer evening
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| As the sun was going down
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| She was lying on the beach
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| In her graduation gown
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| She was wrapped up in a blanket
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| (I could tell she knew her way around)
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| And as I lay down beside her
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| You know she never made a sound
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| On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man
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| Scoopin' up the papers and flattening down the sand
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| «Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda — we’ve got to run away
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| That big white truck is closin' in
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| And we’ll get wounded if we stay»
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| Now Lucinda lies buried 'neath the California sand
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| Put under by the beach-cleaning man
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| Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda — why’d you have to go?
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| They sent her to high school
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| Hey sent her to low school
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| She just wouldn’t go further |