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The Coast Is Clear
You say the weather in Atlanta, is foggy and gray You're work gets harder everyday And your new boyfriend is holding on too tight I got a gig at the beach, a room with a view The only thing missing here is you Some fresh ocean breeze might ease your mind * We could walk barefoot in the warm wet sand Take a second look at what we had I've been thinking alot since I've been here Past the neon lights and the LA haze I'm a different man these days So come on out, the coast is clear I got a picture in my wallet, from back in 91 That week we spent in the Santa Belle sun Ridin the wave of our love, those were good times But somewhere I gost lost, and I let you down Young and naive I didn't know what I'd found But I do now and there ain't a cloud in my mind ( * )