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Pulling up onto the sandy beach
With a boat as our ride, one we knicked just in time before the horror show
Fire and flame; it was a worldwide mess
Red buttons were pushed and red rockets were pitched - the end. oh no!
So the beach was an isle and the isle was vacant
It's just you and me and a few miles of trees; let's make the best of it
An old motorcycle and a three room shed
Make it a home now that we're alone it ain't too bad

It's love - i feel love

It's funny to think that their predictions were wrong
Looks like their ain't no "god", oh well, there's some gas for the hog -- we'll be alright
Spend our days at the terminal beach
But our minds are fair and there's love in the air under the psychedelic clouds
One morning there was a great rumbling at the shore
A flank of army boats, men dressed in camo coats wielding strange guns
They say "come with us to safety, we've got things sorted out"
We told them we'll stay here and they thought that was queer - and that was the last we saw of them

It's love - i feel love