You were collecting shells out on the bay shore You know I was a shell before, deep in the hands of another, my brother Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe The evil beneath, some people you meet out in Queens The way the rain came down the other day, in Byron Bay Made me feel so alone, so I just went home And scribbled some poem that I know that you'll never read So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet So let me go, I'm meeting you out on the coast You hate the smell of real smoke Why'd you always keep it so close
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