| I recall the biggest beach,
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| Throwing stones, almost alone except for,
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| Something just outside of reach,
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| And I’d swear I wouldn’t say and then i’d,
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| Paint me up into a scene,
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| And throw me like a party which had,
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| Come and stayed and left and been,
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| And had still refused to end.
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| Chorus:
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| And if your head is happy, and your heart’s insane,
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| I’ll take you there,
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| When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins,
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| I’ll make you care.
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| Since I’m scattered and deranged,
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| I shall seek your holy lunacy, and,
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| Laugh will joy and laugh with pain,
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| So don’t say I didn’t say,
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| Or I’ll remember a texan man,
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| When he spoke in major sevenths and i’d,
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| I’d get my gun and blow his tan,
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| And banish him from heaven.
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| Chorus
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| My mind has torn it’s tack to you,
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| My feet can’t wait to go,
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| That’s why I’m coming back to you,
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| You know I’m coming, you know I’m coming,
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| You’ll feel my coming like a gun from below.
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| Chorus |