This Ain't A Surfin Movie
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when i turned the page
the coner bent into a perfect dog ear
as if the words knew i'd need them again
but at that time i couldn't see it
i would read that page every day
for the next year
she sang a short tune
da, da da da da da
i came from her soft touch
and slept
we sat on a shoreline
watching wind scalp the white off the waves
sitting on a shorline
and if i could do it
i'd dog ear this page
we spoke about growning old
and filling the future's empty stage
she sang a short tune
da, da da da da da
i came from her soft touch
and slept
when i turn the page
the corner bent into a perfect dog ear
as if the words knew i'd need them again
i hope the weather holds
but you don't need the sun to make you shine
these island towns don't care for city folk
but i think we can starve the city from our minds.
i know we won't want for much
it's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline
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