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Beachcombers in dozens
On raging walls (?)
Sun, salt, and sea
Walkin down the halls
Im wondering where
The murdering town
Im beating a hundred
From way down below
Theres a place you could call me
Out in Ohio
Youre down in the numbers
Youre listed forty-five
You heard and you answered
Im not dead, Im alive
Youll walk on a tightrope
Wear the suit of a clown
You rear back in anger
Dont forget theres no answer
Watch your feet and where theyre goin
Dont forget youre a dancer