| another lonely seaside town
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| where the seasons closed it down.
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| but if you close your eyes
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| you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.
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| another year you’ll all be here
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| falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.
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| it’ll be grand and just what you planned
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| 'til tomorrow comes and you’ve said your last goodbyes.
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| he says he’ll write, but he won’t write
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| and you will waste your time
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| so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye.
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| on this lonely winter’s day
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| while all the crowds were still away
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| I realized the attraction
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| to temporary smiles and holidays.
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| boardwalk dreams all boarded up
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| another souvenir made to be broken.
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| chasing the sun isn’t my kind of fun.
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| I’d rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue.
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| when summers gone I won’t be sad
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| as you cling on to all the good times that you’ve had
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| 'cause being alone isn’t really all that bad.
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| don’t ever tell anyone anything
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| or else you’ll wind up missing everybody.
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| don’t ever tell anyone anything. |