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Maybe come with me to the coast |
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And watch the way the rain comes down |
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Out of the shadow she's more passionate, |
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We'll watch her roll in from the south |
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She'll wrap her sheets 'round us |
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Forget the sun |
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Moving from sea to land dancing, |
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Swinging with the boats out there |
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She steps on toes if she wants to, |
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No one's saying no she wouldn't care |
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She'll wrap her sheets 'round us |
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Forget the sun |
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She'll wrap her sheets 'round us |
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She leads this one |
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Would you go in? |
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She'd have soaked us wet |
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Her fingers touching bare skin, |
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It makes you miss him |
