| Come and open up your folding chair next to me
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| My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
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| There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
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| And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
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| Let’s get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
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| I’ll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you’ll graffiti up his toys
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| I’ve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
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| I’ve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
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| Yes, they do, they do
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| Oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh ooh
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| Oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh
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| Oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh ooh
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| Oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh
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| Now I’ve been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
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| Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
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| But every time the tide come in to take me home
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| I get scared, and I’m sitting here alone
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| Dreaming of the dolphin song
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| Oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh ooh
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| Oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh
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| Oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh ooh
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| Oo-oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh
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| Maybe one day you will understand
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| I don’t want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
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| Till that day just please don’t be so down
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| Don’t make frowns, you silly clown
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| Just come and open up your folding chair next to me
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| My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
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| There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
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| And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
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| There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
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| There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes, eyes |