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The crowded future stings my eyes |
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I still find time to exercise |
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In uniform with two white stripes |
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Unlock my section of the sand |
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It's fenced off to the water's edge |
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I clamp a gasmask on my head[Chorus] |
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On my beach at night |
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Bathe in my moonlight |
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Another tanker's hit the rocks |
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Abandoned to spill out its guts |
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The sand is laced with sticky glops |
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O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon |
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The waves and water clogged with oil |
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White gases steam up from the soil[Chorus] |
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I squish dead fish between my toes |
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Try not to step on any bones |
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I turn around and |
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I go homeI slip back through my basement door |
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Switch off all that |
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I own below |
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Dive in my scalding wooden tub |
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My own beach at night |
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Electric Moonlight |
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There will always be a moon |
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Over Marin |
