Song I wrote

The name of it is "Water's Edge," after the beach resort in Westbrook, CT. This song is kinda... eh, it is what is.

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You rent me an inner tube

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you buy me calamari

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you take me to see a cover band

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give me money for the arcade.



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You tell me my room

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at the resort that we're staying

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will have movies playing

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that have only just played

C
in the theatres.

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well wilikers, how futuristic



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And y'know I think I wanna be

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At home with my dvds

G
And I know I'm not at Water's edge

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everyday

G

at home I have musical instruments, n' things that aren't

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in danger of getting disgusting, and dusted, and encrusted with mounds of mud and sand


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You and I wait until low

E
tide to see the sandbar

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appearing out of nowhere

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like dog shit under a shoe


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We walk on the sandbar to Jackson's island

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and I'm pleasantly surprised and

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the seashells and tourists that ask how my tour was, the staffers who're silent and smile and make sure

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I'm in good health, high spirits, deliri-ous-, ly full of calamari and laughing

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and enjoying my stay

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I decide it's not that bad here.