Fountains and fluorescent lights.
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When season has come
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the snowbirds have crowded the nights.
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And old townies are tired
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of the beaches and bars
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being packed so tight.
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And bridges, and traffic, and inlets,
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are locked in their fight.
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And on these boats,
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ride the hopes of working class boys,
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dreaming of girls, from far away points.
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And better things. Like winter flings.
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And longing after spring has sprung.
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And they fly north when winter's done.
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And we get burned in summer's sun.
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Fountains and fluorescent lights.
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When season has come
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the snowbirds have crowded the nights.
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And young townies and tourists
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find unlikely love at first sight.
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And swear that they're never leaving
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and that is their plight.
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This winter is lasting forever,
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at least for tonight.
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And I know that you're never leaving,
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until your flight,
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takes you off,
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and out of my arms,
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and into the air,
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so far from your charms,
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that I can not bear,
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another year,
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in this long forgotten beach town,
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we once shared.
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This winter is lasting forever,
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at least for tonight.
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And I know that you're never
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leaving me again.
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No, not again.
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Snowbirds And Townies
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Further Seems Forever |