Blues Beach
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I was scrapin' bottom
Gropin' in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left for out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to
Blues Beach
I'm frying
Sizzlin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday
Of the early resigned
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I went to Central Station
To catch the early bus
They were gassed and runnin' every which way
But unhappily not for us
Here comes Trina-the child bride
I said hey pretty girl-can I cop a ride to
Blues Beach
It's rainin'
I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Well it's a stone soul picnic
For the early resigned
We could rent a paranymphic glider
My hypothetical friend
and we could sail away
'Til the bending end
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Grab Big Dog a blanket
Angel of my heart
Things may get a whole lost worse
Before suddenly falling apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
'Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull
some strings
On Blues Beach
I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday
Of the early resigned
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