| You’re raising hell on shore
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| With the widows of love
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| A new sound from the beaches
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| Be quiet hear them roar
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| I got no secrets I got no friends
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| But I got a hold of you
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| They say you’re trouble I say you’re fine
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| I always crossed that line
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| Your rose-colored socks
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| Your sun-bleached hair
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| You piss me off at times
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| I don’t really care
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| You drop bombs on my head
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| You cut me with cheap knives
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| Make sure I never forget
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| There’s a riot tonight
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| How a raging love
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| Can end and no one wins
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| I hate your delicate smile
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| Like a thief in the night
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| With the coming of spring
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| I jump-start my trip
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| A trip to behold
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| A trip I should skip
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| You’ll go first and I’ll grieve
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| It’s too much to conceive
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| In dreams I picture this
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| The USS Intrepid in the rain
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| You and I holding hands
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| While evil runs through your veins
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| At night they come to make you feel small
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| Or maybe they don’t come at all
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| I’ve seen you cry I’ve seen it all
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| I’ve seen your downfall
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| Was it true or did you make it all up
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| I’m through I have to stop
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| Then out of the blue
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| Like a B-52
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| You drop a bomb cuckoo
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| And it’s over thank you |