I once met a girl with the life in her hands
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And we lay together on the summerday sands.
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I gave her my raincoat and told her "Lady be good,"
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And we made truth together when no one else would.
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I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands.
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The hourglass of reason on the summerday sands.
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We sat as the sea caught fire,
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Waited as the flames grew higher
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In her eyes.
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In her eyes.
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We watched the eagle borne,
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Wings clipped and feathers shorn,
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But we saw him rise.
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We saw him rise
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Over summerday sands.
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Came the ten o'clock curfew, she said, "I must start my car.
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I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar."
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I called from my wave-top, "At least tell me your name."
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She smiled from a wheel spin and said, "It's all the same."
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I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land.
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Left one set of footprints on summerday sands.
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I once met a girl with the life in her hands
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And we lied together on the summerday sands.
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On the summerday sands.
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On the summerday sands.
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On the summerday sands.
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On the summerday sands
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Summerdays Sands
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Jethro Tull |