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Southernmost - The Lucksmiths
Weekends away:

These were the happiest days

Ill with the thrill of the chase

They'd take a train

Take off Friday for the coast

In summer they'd go southernmost
Where the sky was swimming pool blue

And the swimming pool was too

And every single weekend
They'd dive in at the deep end

And come Monday morning
His skin still smelled like chlorine

Remember when forever seemed just fine

Seen through glasses of rose-colored wine

They'd sit up all night talking
Now she's sound asleep
To the sound of his walkman

And every single weekend
The divide between them deepens
A curse across the kitchen

He might still be within spitting distance
But there's only one way to find out

Take heart

Take a train to the coast

Take heart

Take a train southernmost

Take heart