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Together on the sand,
We walked hand in hand
On the beachfront, she smiled at me
As she tightly held my hand
I had my finger up her…
Country music played on the radio
So I turned it off and we walked down
To the water, as she grabbed on to my honker
A wave swept us away
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A progressively increasingly
noisy wake-up call.
To start it all again,
a beginning with no end in sight.
And all I wanna do is
get in our van with no plan.
And arrive some place I’ve never been
and play for less than 20 kids.
A 40 hour plus week
sounds less appealing
than living on the street.
Barely scraping by feels better
when all I hear is my ears ringing
from the best nights of my life.
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