| Oh, the boardwalk’s deserted
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| There’s nobody down by the shore
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| And the Ferris wheel ride
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| Isn’t turning around anymore
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| The heat wave and the crowds are just old news
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| But I’ve still got some sand in my shoes
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| (Sand in my shoes)
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| Brings memories of the salty air
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| (Sand in my shoes)
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| Oh, the blanket that we used to share
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| How we fell in love down by the sea
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| Comes back to me (I've still got some sand in my shoes)
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| With the sand in my shoes
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| Oh, when the water was cold
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| You would tremble and hold me so tight
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| And we’d sit on the beach
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| Just to wait for the stars to come out at night
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| The heat wave and crowds are just old news
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| But I’ve still got some sand in my shoes
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| (Sand in my shoes)
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| Oh, brings memories of the salty air
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| (Sand in my shoes)
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| Oh, the blanket that we used to share
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| How we fell in love down by the sea
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| Comes back to me (I've still got some sand in my shoes)
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| With the sand in my shoes
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| (Sand in my shoes) Whoa
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| (Sand in my shoes) Whoa-la-la-la-la-oh
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| (Sand in my shoes) Whoa-oh |