| See this ancient riverbed
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| See where all my folly’s led
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag
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| I was just some tow-head teen
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| Feeling ‘round for fingers to get in between
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag
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| The season rubs me wrong
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| The summer swells anon
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| So knock me down, tear me up But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag
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| Sweet descend this rabble ‘round
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| The pretty little patter of a seaport town
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| Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag
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| All dolled up in gabardine
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| The lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen
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| Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag
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| The season rubs me wrong
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| The summer swells anon
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| So knock me down, tear me up But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag
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| The season rubs me wrong
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| The summer swells anon
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| So knock me down, tear me up But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag
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| Down by the water and down by the old main drag |