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"Far From Shore"
The movement of the currents keeps us moving
flashlights reflecting off of still sails, and a moon to die for light the way
tonight we'll let chance decide
tonight everything is perfect
everything always was perfect
and everything always will be perfect
Everyone, of course, is a different story...
Time moves visibly tonight
the wind has a reflection, gleaming on the surface of the waves
a gull sleeps, floating on the water
and the sounds of our friends, piss drunk on the shore is our music
a melody I've always loved
A bottle of whiskey, a smoking pipe and a needle...
tonight everything is perfect
A shared moan that carries across the waves...
everything always was perfect
No one will ever take this away...
and everything will always be perfect.
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Wholeheartedly yours,
The Good Reverend Dirtbag
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