| He said I get a dollar a day to watch all the cars
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| Of the rich come down for the beach and the bars
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| Their distracted faces always looking away
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| But I’m OK I just watch the sea
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| The rise and fall like it’s inside of me
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| And no two days the same
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| I am where I am, I’m not so hard to find
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| I do what I can with what they leave behind
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| I’m with who I’m with, I speak with who is near
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| Come back, I am here
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| Into all the empty spaces leer a hundred thousand faces
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| Scream a hundred million voices if you let them come
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| But I just feel the breath of wind that dries the sweat upon my skin
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| Slowly breathing out and breathing in
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| And I am where I am, I’m not so hard to find
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| I do what I can with what they leave behind
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| I’m with who I’m with, I speak with who is near
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| Come back, I am here
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| And everybody wants to be somewhere else
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| Everybody wants to be someone else
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| It seems like everybody wants to be someone else
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| Everybody wants to be somewhere else
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| The wind blows the water, patterns racing across the bay
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| And the sand slides through your fingers and it’s all made from the same
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| For what you touch well that’s what makes you, is there beside you always
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| There are people that I’ll never know
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| From places still I’ll never go
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| They play their dramas out from scene to scene
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| But the insects crawl through the blades of grass
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| The summer storms they slowly pass
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| The colours change in the arcing of the sun
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| And I am where I am, I’m not so hard to find
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| I do what I can with what they leave behind
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| I’m with who I’m with, I speak with who is near
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| Come back, I am here |