I¡¯ve been humming a high note
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maybe something that I wrote
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out sailing in my boat
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I¡¯m not really sure
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I¡¯m still singing the same tune
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I¡¯ve been kicking around since June
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all morning and afternoon
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now it¡¯s all a blur
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I¡¯ve been listening to sea shells
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to hear the stories that they tell
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of high times and tide swells
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that have yet to occur
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Backsliding down the drain
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partially taking all the blame
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Chasing coins to fill the purse
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is it really better or for worse
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is it a blessing or a curse
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to pass the buck
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Is it a bounty or a bust
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is it precious metal or just rust
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well it seems it¡¯s up to us
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so wish us luck
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I kept making a U-turn
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ended up with a sunburn
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but the lesson that I learned
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was worth the skin that peeled
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I climbed so many mountains
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it¡¯s not even worth counting
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all the drinks in the fountain
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before it was revealed
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From the copper to the kettle
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the stamen to the petal
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we watch the value of sand dollars crumble
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