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Upon the sand, the bay
"There is a quick and way", you say
Before you
I'd state

I'm not the man you I am
I'm not the man you I am
And native son
He not smile for anyone
And pretty make graves

End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say, "Give in to
up to lust, oh Heaven knows
We'll be dust"

Oh, I'm not the man you I am
I'm not the man you I am
And sorrow's son
He will not rise for
And pretty girls graves

Oh

I could have been wild and I could have been
But played this trick on me
She wants it now and she not wait
But she's too rough and I'm too

on the sand
Another man, he her hand
A smile lights up her face
And well, it

I lost my faith in
I lost my in womanhood
I lost my

in glove
The sun shines out of our