| One last drive past the regent
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| On their way back into town
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| Ice creme yellow top is melting
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| Mourns the pier they knocked down
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| Gone were the dances
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| The pies served up with peas
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| And the coatham it’s still standing
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| But now aged by the sea
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| Final tango around the pier
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| A brass band takes the stand
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| It’s still ringing in her ears
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| As she held onto harry’s hand
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| Last sunrays
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| Last sunrays in june
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| Last sunrays
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| Last sunrays in june
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| She sang like an angel
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| On the pier she danced to their tune
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| Remember memories if you’re able
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| Before they fade away too soon
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| When the angels heard her singing
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| Carried her voice across the dunes
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| Made us happy and so grateful
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| We saw the last sunrays in june
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| We saw the last sunrays in june
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| There’s a lifeboat still waiting
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| For the call back to the sea
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| It’s all lit up by the night glow
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| Of steel making industry
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| Sail the boat that dad built
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| She’s no longer sea worthy
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| Watched her debris float away
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| Like some distant memory
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| The turbines kept on turning
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| As her final breath has passed
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| Reunited with her first love
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| Vows she made were meant to last
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| Last sunrays
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| Last sunrays in june
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| Last sunrays
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| Last sunrays in june
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| She could waltz on forever
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| Reunited with the band
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| Now the tears she cries are happy
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| Her true love close at hand
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| The sunset on the horizon
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| The warm glow leaves the sand
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| Skyline long since cleared
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| Left behind were lives demands
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| So sad she didn’t know herself
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| So he lovingly intervened
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| All her books back upon the shelf
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| End the story as she’d always dreamed |