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Beachcombers in dozens on raging walls [unverified] Sun, salt and sea, walkin? down the halls I?m wondering where the murdering town I?m beating a hundred from way down below There?s a place you could call me out, in Ohio You?re down in the numbers, you?re listed forty five You heard and you answered, ?I?m not dead, I?m alive? You?ll walk on a tightrope, wear the suit of a clown You rear back in anger, don?t forget, there?s no answer Watch your feet and where they?re goin? Don?t forget you?re a dancer |