| Down the street you can hear her scream you’re a disgrace
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| As she slams the door in his drunken face
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| And now he stands outside
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| And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
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| He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
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| What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
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| Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
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| And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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| And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually
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| A little indian brave who before he was ten,
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| Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
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| And he built up a dream that when he grew up He would be a fearless warrior indian cheif
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| Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
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| Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
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| But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night
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| And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually
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| There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown
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| 'cause she was crippled for life,
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| And she couldn’t speak a sound
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| And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
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| So she decided to die
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| She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
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| And to her legs she smiled you won’t hurt me no more
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| But then a sight she’d never seen made her jump and say
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| Look a golden winged ship is passing my way
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| And it really didn’t have to stop, it just kept on going…
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| And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually |