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From a Beach House
Ezra Furman
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And what do we see here?
Washing up on the beach in November when nobody lives here
Because they've all left this beach town for the winter tables and bed frames
A complete set of tarnished silver, photographs with no names
More items are left with every crash of the grey waves
I collect it all over the course of four days
Four days
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Four days alone
Hiding in the yellow beach house full of beetles and stones
And a silence that's freaking me out, I broke the phone
I didn't mean to but I broke it, the waves sigh and moan
I sit on the porch and I hope it don't start to rain again
I feel muscle pain again
I wait for the main event
Which is your voice on the phone to me
Saying the operation went smoothly
And they still can't kill us, hopefully
And you're in the car on the road to me
With your brand new body
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