Here by the sea and sand
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Nothing ever goes as planned
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I just couldn't face going home
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It was just a drag on my own
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They finally threw me out
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My mom got drunk on stout
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My dad couldn't stand on two feet
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As he lectured about morality
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Now I guess the family's complete
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With me hanging round on the street
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Or here by the beach
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The girl I love
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Is a perfect dresser
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Wears every fashion
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Gets it to a tee
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Heavens above
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I have to match her
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She knows just how she wants her man to be
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Leave it to me
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My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
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With just a touch of seersucker with an open neck
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I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
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I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet
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I see her dance
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Across the ballroom
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UV light making starshine of her smile
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I am the face
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She has to know it
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I'm dressed up better than anyone in a mile
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So how come the other kids look much better?
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Without even a penny, they dress to the letter
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How come the girls come on oh so cool?
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But when you meet 'em, every one's a fool?
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Come sleep on the beach
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Keep within my reach
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I just want to die with you hear
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I'm feeling so high with you nere
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I'm wet and I'm cold
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But thank God I ain't old
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I should have split home at fifteen
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Why didn't I ever say what I mean
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There's a story that the grass is so green
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What did I see?
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Where have I been?
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Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand
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Sea And Sand
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Phish |