The Decemberists - Oceanside Lyrics

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Sweet Anabelle 
As seen reclining on an ocean swell 
As the Waves do lather up 
and lay her down 
'til she's fast and sleeping 
Oh well 
I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well 
who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell 

I'm on track and keeping but oh 
If I could only get you ocean side 
stretch your muscles wide 
it'd be heavenly 
And Oh 
If I could only coax you overboard 
to leave these lolling shores 
and get you oceanside. 

At Rising tide 
You're looking fresher than a July bride 
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized. 
The field is right or reaping 
Oh well 
I guess I'm nothing but a neer-do-well 
(Even though that's something I could never do well) 
I'm on track and keeping. 

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lyrics corrected on 23-05-2005