Tide came in
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And then went out
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And left behind
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In hollow places
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Cradled once
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And cooling twice
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You feel the sting of
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Salt water
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Wave goes back
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And leaves the sand
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It's high and barren
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Dry and wasting
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Cradled once
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And cooling twice
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You feel the sting of
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Salt water
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Taste this
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It's really raw
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It comes with the skin
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And the sand still on it
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And it comes with the shell
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And the flesh within it
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You can tell that it came
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From a seedy and watery place
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Taste this
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It's really good
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It will make your mouth
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Feel like something's in it
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And it's gotten and given
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From a cold black piece of the sea
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From a piece of the sea
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Salt water
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Salt Water
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| Suzanne Vega |
