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Its funny how the way it turns out to be a memory so fast
The way is snaps by and never seems to last
The way the palm trees sway makes me want to stay for a while
Its funny how the breeze is hypnotizing symbolizing
Going back to reality
The sun files away forever in my brain
And then I smile
Because I know I'm going back home
In minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down at me
The waves crash against the shore
Like the app on your phone tries to emulate in your alarm
People are relaxing on the light brown sand, no matter where the hell you are
Going home is nice too, but that feeling fades when I think of you, think of you
Because I know I'm going back home in minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down at me
Because I know I'm going back home in minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down at me
Going home is nice too but that feeling fades when I think of you, think of you
The way is snaps by and never seems to last
The way the palm trees sway makes me want to stay for a while
Its funny how the breeze is hypnotizing symbolizing
Going back to reality
The sun files away forever in my brain
And then I smile
Because I know I'm going back home
In minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down at me
The waves crash against the shore
Like the app on your phone tries to emulate in your alarm
People are relaxing on the light brown sand, no matter where the hell you are
Going home is nice too, but that feeling fades when I think of you, think of you
Because I know I'm going back home in minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down at me
Because I know I'm going back home in minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down at me
Going home is nice too but that feeling fades when I think of you, think of you
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Writer(s): Stella Kollmansberger
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