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You're very beautiful", he whispered at the girl on the beach. |
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"It's amazing how the days just slip away through the unfurling of the weeks" |
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She didn't speak, or even smile or reply, |
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he repeated it again but the waves just swallowed all the words alive. |
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Sandpipers chasing the torn paper edges of the waves. |
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Another gust of wind paints her hair across her puzzled face. |
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One of these days...he's going to escape and change the world, |
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come back to his hometown with a trophy and a girl. |
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A girl like this with soft hands and a wise kiss, |
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she'll teach him how to dance and dance her fingertips across her lips. |
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But this...this is just another awkward pause, |
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a pretty pair of eyes uncomfortable in front of all his flaws. |
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He feels himself going bald in little bits and patches, |
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used to spell out love in them but now the letters come out all backwards. |
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His pants never fit him right no more, forgotten how to cook. |
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He used to take the room and run but now he's happy with a second look. |
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"Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? |
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Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other off that bridge. |
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I think I better just call it all quits. |
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I used to run this town but it just ain't the same place that it ever was." |
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He cut his finger just yesterday tracing a slender line in red |
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and watched it drain into the sink, the only thing that's left. |
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A fingertip tipped down and drew another half a pint into |
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a perfect portrait of himself subtle beauty in still life. |
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Everyone asked "Oh no! What happened to your hand?" |
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"Just another accident cutting vegetables I guess." |
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Everything's a trap these days we're all working to prevent, |
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no one ever thinks of escape, just take the hit and bang out the dents. |
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You don't know why he's standing here or how he got this far, |
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up the beach and out of reach of running rusted car. |
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The waves are louder than a train crashing down upon his chest, |
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he can't be dragged down like the rest and wait patient just for his death. |
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Taking off his hat he steps and brushes her hair away, |
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kisses her cheek gently and asks her for her name. |
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She bows her head and smiles a bit and takes a shaky hand, |
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he has no idea just what she said with the waves crashing in his head. |
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"Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? |
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Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other off this bridge. |
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I think I better just call it all quits. |
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I used to run this town but it just ain't the same place that it ever was." |
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"Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? |
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Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other off this bridge. |
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I think I better just call it all quits. |
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I used to run this town but it just ain't the same place that it ever was. |