| Waves break over the shore, her heart breaks over him
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| Fickle love, faded fantasies, sweet dreams turning sour within
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| She touching fourty-four and he not so sweet sixteen
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| And though she loved him more it seemed this love had never, ever been
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| Oh, you know you’re still beautiful
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| Oh, you know you’re still beautiful
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| Oh, you know you’re still beautiful
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| Empty bottles on the shelf as time came to pass
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| (On the shelf your lonely heart)
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| She thought she’d find his angel face in the bottom of a whiskey glass
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| (Thinking of him, fall apart)
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| Could’ve been his mother but she hoped she’d be his lover just for a little
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| while
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| Freshened up her make-up, sighed, and tried to welcome middle age with a
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| friendly smile
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| She leans to tattoo him with one long last kiss
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| Gee I never knew love could be like this
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| The smell of cheap Gin laced with midnight cologne
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| The man on the T.V. calls «Kathy, Kathy come home»
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| Yeah, Kathy come home
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| Waves break over the shore, her heart broke over him
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| (The waves take your breaking heart)
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| She threw her memories to the sea and now it’s just as if he’d never, ever been
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| (Tides bring a brand new start)
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| Never, ever been
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| Letters and photographs, the tide has taken them far away, far away
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| She still looking beautiful and who needs him anyway?
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| Anyway
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| Oh, you know you’re still beautiful
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| Let the waves take your breaking heart
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| Let the waves take your breaking heart
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| Let the waves take your breaking heart
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| Your breaking heart
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| Your breaking heart |