As the waves crash in
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On the western shore
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The wind blows fierce from the east
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Wave tops torn into flying spindrift
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As the waves crash in
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On the western shore
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It makes me feel uneasy
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The spray that's torn away
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Is an image of the way I feel
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What am I supposed to say?
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Where are the words to answer you
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When you talk that way?
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As sun goes down
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On the western shore
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The wind blows hard from the east
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It whips the sand into a flying spindrift
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As the sun goes down
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On the western shore
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It makes me feel uneasy
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In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds
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Who cares what a fool believes
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What am I supposed to say?
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Where are the words to answer you
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When you talk that way?
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Words that fly against the wind and waves
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A little closer to you
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Where is the wave that will carry me
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A little closer to you?
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Where is the wind that will carry me
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What am I supposed to say?
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Where are the words to answer you
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When you talk that way?
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What am I supposed to do?
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Where are the words that will make you see
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What I believe is true?
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Where is the wave that will carry me
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A little closer to you
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Where is the wind that will carry me
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A little closer to you?
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Where is the wind that will carry me
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A little closer to you?
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Where is the wind that will carry me
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A little closer to you?
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Spindrift
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