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BEACH HOUSE
Another clime cries
brings out some weird, vivid sights
and my antenna
try hard to simplify
So I run ‘til the sea surrounds me
And the palms cover…
You’re so tempered
That’s why I don’t know, I'm in my mind
I just intended to
make a turn, lost in the sun
So I run ‘til the sea surrounds me
And the palms cover...
The sun comes down into the sea
So beach house
I guess my brain is nearly frozen
in your velvet sky
there's a glimpse, a warmer motion
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