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here's the beach where I would go when I was a kid
The sand's black, the water's grey in the North Atlantic
We'd anchor my granddad's boat here in the wet sand
I'd tie it with knots I learned with eight year old hands
You told me you can't swim and come from a long line
of skinny Midwestern folks who like their feet dry
You know I'd never pull you out into the waves
I just want you to know the world can be this way,
that something could be this big
Kiss me now, while your lips taste like suntan lotion
Close your eyes and listen for the breaking ocean
Just trust me, kick off your shoes and cuff up your jeans
I won't take you past the point the waves touch your knees
You know I'd never pull you out into the waves
I just want you to know the world can be this way,
that something could be this big