Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
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From the days of my misspent youth.
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I believe that down on the beach
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Where the sea gulls preach
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Is where the Chinese buried the truth.
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So I dig in the sand
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with my misguided hands
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and if I dig deep enough
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Hell I just might dig it up.
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Talking about treasure
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Talking about pleasure
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Talking about love
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Now I'm a reader of the night sky
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And a singer of inordinate tunes.
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That's how I float across time
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Living way past my prime
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Like a long lost baby's balloon.
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So I hang on to the string
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Work that whole gravity thing
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But when my space ship goes pop
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Back to the earth I will drop
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Into the sea
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Or the limbs of a tree
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Or the wings of my love
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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
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Maybe invent me a story or two
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I've got coastal confessions to make
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How bout you
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How bout you
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They say that time is like a river
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And stories are the key to the past
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But now I'm stuck in between
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Here at my typing machine
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Trying to come up with some words that will last.
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It's so easy to see that we live history
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And if I just find the beat
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I know I land on my feet
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I always do
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Hadn't got a clue
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Does it comes from above.
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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
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Maybe invent me a story or two
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I've got coastal confessions to make
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How bout you
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How bout you
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Let's go to church, Sonny...
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[Bridge]
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So bless me father, yes I have sinned.
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Given the chance I'll probably do it again
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I don't need absolution
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Just a simple solution will do.
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So let's talk about the future
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Or the consequences of my past
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I've got scars, I've got lines
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I'm not hard to define
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Just an altar boy coverin' his ass.
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I know I can't run and hide
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But just hang on for the ride
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There will be laughter and tears
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As we progress through the years
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But still it's fun
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Hey I'm not done
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Gonna dance 'til I fall
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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
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Maybe have me a boat drink or two
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It's just the coastal confessions I hear
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Tell the truth
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Tell the truth
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I've got some coastal confessions to make
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How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
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And you, and you, and you
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42 years since my last confession
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Well father, do you have the rest of the week?
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Let's get started
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I had impure thoughts
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I smoked some pot
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Stole some peanut butter
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Father, wake up.
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Coastal Confessions
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| Jimmy Buffett |
