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
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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
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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
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Seagulls Screaming Kiss Her Kiss Her
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| XTC |
