| Go down to the water where the oil floats by
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| Drop your hair down and cry
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| Write with your finger there in the sand
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| Mail it out with the tide
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| Mail it out with the high and the low
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| Watch the marks there in the sand
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| Listen to the fog on the homeless waves
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| Feel the salt sea in your hands
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| Smell the sea wind, taste it on your lips
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| That foam that rolls over my lost ships
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| Write the letter once more in the sand
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| Where the breakers dip and the undertow slips
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| Kneel down and feel there at the water’s edge
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| Write our names there side by side
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| Look and listen to all those ships
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| That toss in the fog and in the tide
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| You can let down your hair when you kneel down there
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| Let me be the wind that pulls you hair
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| You be the man you made out of sand
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| And let your hands keep makin' him there
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| When nobody’s lookin' kiss your hand
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| Touch to the nose of your man in the sand
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| And lay down with your head there on his chest
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| Be nice be nice to your man in the sand |