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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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