| I loved a girl named Sandyface
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| She lived outside of town
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| In a tent made of diapers
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| In the sand she laid face down
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| She had a pillow of cactus
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| And her bed was desert land
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| I suppose the call her Sandyface
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| Because her face was covered in sand
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| And I remember her sandy face
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| And I remember her sandy smile
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| That Sandy was the apple
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| Of many bloodshot eyes
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| And one day she fell victim
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| To a sheep in wolf’s disguise
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| They said a man with banana bread
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| And a beehive on his chin
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| Sold my love to the Grateful Dead
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| Stole her land and then cashed in
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| There’s a one-eyed dog
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| With horns like a yak
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| Wax lips and a broken back
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| His feet in front face the opposite
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| Of his hind legs in the back
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| He tried to save that sandy girl
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| From the city man disease
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| But was stung to death
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| By all the pets
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| Of the man with the beard of bees
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| Oh, Sandyface
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| I do recall
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| Oh, Sandyface
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| I could not do it all!
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| Dr. Rock was on a jog
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| Saw my dear in the parking lot
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| Selling grilled cheese sandwiches
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| In hippy slavery
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| Dr. Rock tried to free my love
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| But he had no gun
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| So he dialed me collect
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| On 10−10−321
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| I got the call from Dr. Rock
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| Raced down to the scene
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| But Sandy had been swept away
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| Into the Rainbow Sea
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| Swim, swim away
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| Oh, Sandy
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| Swim so far away from him
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| Swim far away from this place
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| Just keep that sand on that face!
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| But it was too late…
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| I went back to that stinky place
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| Where I first met my Sandy, but
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| Whitey and his beard of bees
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| Had built a Pizza Hut
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| So I bought a slice in memory
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| Poured sand on the cheese
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| And as I ate
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| Off that sandy plate
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| I missed my one-eyed dog
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| And now it’s over
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| The tide has washed her face
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| And now it’s
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| Oh Sandyface
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| I do recall
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| Oh Sandyface
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| I could not |