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“Down the Shore”
Thinkin bout leavin here,
Drive down the Jersey shore.
Gonna split the frequency,
Can’t take the city heat no more.
Hold up in a cheap motel
White noise on the color TV.
“You must be a Jersey Girl
to steal dirty looks from me.”
Burning up like a fighter plain,
Wasting away down the Jersey shore.
`See life through a Polaroid,
Can’t find love in the city no more.
Meditate in a cheap motel;
White noise on the color TV.
Glad you’re not a Jersey Girl
To share a smile with me.
And the breeze it’s…
A memory.
An advertisement.
A distraction
…for me.
Waking up down the shore,
Snowflakes melt on my face.
Sand castles `all washed away.
A crackling wind fills the space.
All alone in a cheap motel,
Take hold of the color TV,
Where are all the Jersey Girls?
I remember had bothered me.
And the breeze it’s…
A memory.
An advertisement.
A distraction
…for me.
written by Patrick Suler.
©2002 Patrick Suler. All rights reserved.
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