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| Beach of Love Mark Ian Martin |
| Laying out in the sun Cocktails rule my head, Hear the waves break on the shore Skin just turns to red. Watching children play their games Sand pies knock them down, No emotions in their minds Just the same old funny clown. Beach balls, ice creams, lemonade Sinking in the sand, I remember I was young on a beach of love, Holding daddies hand. Look at them, they are bathing nude Hankeys in their eyes, Turn away don't look it's rude I'm just a child in a man's disguise. |
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