On the banks of a sunset beach
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Messages scratched in sand
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Beneath a roaming home of stars
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Young boys try their hand
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A spanish harbouring of sorts
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In Catalonian bars
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They were pulled from a sinking ship
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And saved for last
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On the waterfront the rain
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Is pouring in my heart
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Here the memories come in waves
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Raking in the lost and found of years
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And though I'd like to laugh
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At all the things that led me on
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Somehow the stigma still remains
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Watch the train steam full ahead
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As it takes the bend
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Empty carriages lose their tracks
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And tumble to their end
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So the world shrinks drop by drop
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As the wine goes to your head
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Swollen angels point and laugh
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"This time your god is dead"
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On the waterfront the rain
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Is pouring in my heart
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Here the memories come in waves
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Raking in the lost and found of years
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And though I'd like to laugh
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At all the things that led me on
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Somehow the stigma still remains
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Is our love strong enough?
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Waterfront
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David Sylvian |