Sandy, the fireworkds are hailin' over little Eden tonight
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Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces left stranded
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on this warm July
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And the boys from the casino dance with shirts open
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Like Latin lovers on the shore
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Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
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Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
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Those pier lights, our carnival life forever
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Oh love me tonight, for I may never see you again
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Hey Sandy girl, my, my, my baby.
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Sandy, the waitress I was seein' lost her desire for me
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I spoke with her last night, she said she won't set herself
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On fire for me, anymore
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Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie
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For telling fortunes better than they do
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For me this boardwalk life is through
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You outta quit this scene, too
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Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
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Those pier lights, our carnival life forever
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Oh love me tonight, for I may never see you again
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Hey Sandy girl, my, my, my baby.
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Oh I mean it Sandy girl
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Oh, my, my, my baby,
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Oh I love you Sandy girl,
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My, my, my baby...
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Sandy
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| Air Supply |
