| A palm tree nodded at me last night
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| Said hey you look so pale
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| I don’t know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair
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| I had a feeling I had failed
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| So down to the beach just out of reach
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| The moon was being trailed
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| A girl and a sailor and a hot dog trailer
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| That’s their holy grail
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| The sand whispered heat and burned the feet
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| Of gulls landing on the shore
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| In the motel pool the waitress cools
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| She doesn’t ask for more
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| She makes a wish she takes a risk
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| She opens up her door
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| Through human eyes she’s a dolphin in disguise
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| It’s the last night of the war
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| Somewhere far away there’s another day
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| And someone’s getting out of bed
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| She put on her face in the morning space
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| She doesn’t know she’s dead
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| Her ruby lips can’t excite me anymore
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| And pain sprawls on the chair, it’s always there
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| And he descends the stairs, he doesn’t see
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| The sunburnt landlord glares, for all the people
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| He can never be |