| It’s raining on the beach
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| She inches close but out of reach
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| The waves look painted on Seagulls screaming
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| The sea is warship grey
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| It whispers ``Fool!'' then slides away
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| Black coastline slumbers on Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
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| And all the flags that flap on the pier
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| Spell why on earth do you want
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| The fog hides much but one thing is clear
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| She’s nearer
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| Dead deck chairs under shrouds
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| And life belts gape like minstrel mouths
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| Her hair still smells of salt
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| Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
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| Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her
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| He who hesitates is lost
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| If you want her, you should tell her
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| Take her by the hand If you hesitate
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| If you wait, November wins her November will win her
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| She returns to sand So get ahold of the girl
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| I say I like your coat
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| Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat
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| I nearly didn’t hear for
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| Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
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| He who hesitates is lost |