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They were on the beach when I went to work

The sun was up

When I got done, the sun had set and the tide had risen 

The fire was still burning 

The music a bit louder 

The air cooler

Too bad all the ice melted, in the

Back of a truck 

We burned the last of our hotdogs

We burned the last of the cans

The moon put on it’s nightcap 

And so did we 

Pendleton on fire

I’ve got hell to pay

Have a drink on me

AC/DC