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It is said (you stupid!) Playing with balls on the sand Is dangerous They are my clothes They are my only son That preach The long-lasting death Of the Sun of the Beach In yellow shit The ball you hit You never stop Once you admit And here I comes with heat! *** You can't learn and I can't teach You must believe so you can see The wave, the ocean, the me The wonderful Sun of the Beach II I am the Sun of the Beach That you will never reach You can read but you can't touch And neither can you feel and write Making sense of what my Dada's saying In long and wordless praying? I'm the one above this time the sea You can't see me Big and proud and rich In sexy roundedness In the middle of nothing I am the Sun of the Beach.
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