| I’d like to bring the shoreline to the sea
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| I’d like to think that you’ll come back to me
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| I’d like to write a decent melody
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| To bring back your sweet tenderness to me
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| But every time I try to write, well, nothing springs to mind
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| The only sound advice that I can find
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| Is walk away, walk away now
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| You’re running out reasons you should stay
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| Turn away, just turn away now
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| You’re running out of clever things to say
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| But that’s okay
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| I’d like to lead the ocean to the shore
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| I’d like to think that you’ll be back for more
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| And we could live some place with ocean view
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| Lake Como, California, somewhere new
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| But every time I try to call, well, nothing springs to mind
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| The only sound advice that I can find
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| Is walk away, walk away now
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| You’re running out reasons you should stay
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| Turn away, don’t hesitate now
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| I’m running out of clever things to say
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| But that’s okay |