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Siting on the shoreline with castles of sand
Watch as the tide comes and rips them down again
You will find
And oh, you will find

A long line of houses sitting in a row
Look for the ones with rusted walls
And trees that dim the glow of the morning sun
The morning sun

And you follow your feet, to the edge of the world
And people that you meet will often come and go

A summers day is judged by a lack of things to do,
Dinned yourself a quiet place and waste them hoe you choose
There is time, and there is time

Build up your anwers they will be ripped to the ground
Take all your chances and hope your still around at the end
Where the hell is the end

And you follow your feet, to the edge of the world
And people that you meet will often come and go
And you attack them with your gloves, and you wield your net and rope
Just hope the ones you love stick around after they know

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