another lonely seaside town
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where the seasons closed it down.
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but if you close your eyes
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you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.
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another year you'll all be here
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falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.
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it'll be grand and just what you planned
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'til tomorrow comes and you've said your last goodbyes.
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he says he'll write, but he won't write
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and you will waste your time
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so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye.
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on this lonely winter's day
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while all the crowds were still away
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I realized the attraction
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to temporary miles and holidays.
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boardwalk dreams all boarded up
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another souvenir made to be broken.
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chasing the sun isn't my kind of fun.
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I'd rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue.
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when summers gone I won't be sad
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as you cling on to all the good times that you've had
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'cause being alone isn't really all that bad.
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don't ever tell anyone anything
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or else you'll wind up missing everybody.
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don't ever tell anyone anything.
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if you really want to hear about it
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| Ataris |
