When I turned the page
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The corner bent into a perfect dog ear
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As if the words knew I'd need them again
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But at that time I couldn't see it
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I would read that page every day for the next year
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She sang a short tune
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And I came from her soft touch and slept
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We sat on a shoreline watching wind scalp the white off the waves
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Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I'd dog ear this page
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We spoke about growing old and filling the future's empty stage
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I hope the weather holds
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But you don't need the sun to make you shine
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These island towns don't care for city folk
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But I think we can starve the city from our minds
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I know we won't want for much
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It's just mea and you and a bed and a shoreline
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This Ain't A Surfin' Movie
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| Minus The Bear |
