| The waves are warm the sun is out
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| The sea is full of agents
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| The car the space between the grains
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| Of sand is automating
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| There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
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| There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| The rattle and the mating crowds
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| Are out here for the weekend
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| We had to take our clothes before
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| The sun was gone completely
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| I used to lie and think in clouds
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| Deciding which were queens and doves
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| And lines I throw myself are thin
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| Are shower curtain-thin
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| There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
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| There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out
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| You say isn’t it hard
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| Paddling out, paddling out |