Acoustic beach adieu - solo version
Warrick Hayes
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fiogf49gjkf0d I know you don't want to go swimming in the sea,
You're standing too close to yourself it's not where you want to be,
I'm not drowning but waving with the setting sun,
In this entourage of salt water candles I'm amoung,
So when the wind blows through your bones and you've finished skimming stones -
Let the sand slip through you hands,
Let the sand slip through your hands.
And every time you're standing on the shore,
I will be the ripples missing your feet,
If the nearly touch aches - you know it's only me -
Knowing you're making sand castles on the beach.
So when the wind blows through your bones,
And you've finished skimming stones...
Let the sand slip through you hands,
Let the sand slip through your hands.
So when the wind blows through my bones,
And I just can't skim that stone...
Let the sand slip through you hands,
Let the sand slip through your hands.
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