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When the tide goes out |
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This beach is never the same |
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I don't find the rocky place |
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That was yesterday's revelation |
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So much yellow, silken hair |
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Left behind to bathe in |
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Here and now |
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I have to dream again |
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When the stars go in |
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At the break of morning |
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I get shaky under blue skies |
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It's just the way it is, sometimes |
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I lean against the harbour wall |
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Watch men working on the water |
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Here and now |
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I have to dream again |
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When the wind comes to my door |
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I'm all alone as I can be |
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And the ocean's mighty roar |
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Is all around me |
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They're playing horn pipes, jigs and reels |
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Just outside my window |
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Here and now |
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I have to dream again |
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Every morning's new dawn |
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A canvas I can dream on |
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Dream on |
