The Strand

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You're such a pretty face,

With so much open space, to hold you

With so much more to say,

And only one more day, to know you

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The clouds are movin' on,

And I wish we were movin' on

And you, wish we were movin' on

The troubles keep movin' on

I wish I was movin' on with you,

And you were movin' on with me,

The clouds are movin' on

Again and again

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But the city's alive, and so is that ocean,

Where one might survive again.

And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'

But the stone becomes sand again.

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There's so much anger here,

And so much more to fear, I miss you.

With so much more to say,

And only one more day,

It hurts me to know you're alive.

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But the city's alive, and so is that ocean,

Where one might survive again.

And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'

But the stone becomes sand again.

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