| Yesterday I walked the pier,
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| I watched the tide retreat.
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| For far too long I gazed out
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| Trying not to admit defeat
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| To different times on other shores,
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| Knowing nothing of worth could be mine that was yours.
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| Only a shadow of the good remains,
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| All that’s left is this lingering pain
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| Like a seaside resort out of season
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| I stand all alone with no reason.
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| Today I sit under the shade
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| Of a broken structure wrecked with age.
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| At the far end of a beach
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| Where present time will never reach
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| Knowing nothing is gonna take us back,
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| We’re on the wrong side of the track.
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| Only a shadow of the good remains,
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| And all that’s left is a lingering pain
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| Like a seaside resort out of season
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| I stand here all alone with no reason.
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| Tomorrow I’ll go to the city,
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| Tomorrow might be nothing at all.
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| But today I am searching for reasons,
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| I’m trying to make sense of it all.
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| Oh and how many days since last I saw you,
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| And what good did the seeing do.
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| Only the shadow of the good remains,
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| And all that’s left is a lingering pain
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| Like a seaside resort out of season
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| I’m stranded alone with no meaning.
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| Only a shadow of the good remains
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| All that’s left is this lingering pain
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| Like a seaside resort out of season
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| I stand all alone, Ive no reason
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| Like a seaside resort out of season
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| I am all alone, I’ve no reason
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| I am alone, I’ve no meaning. |