Someone who hates the beach as much as you do; going to the beach.
lyrics
White hot sun
but they said there'd be sand
We got rocks
A couple baskets in our hands
there won't be a sequel to this trip
there's only one place I can stand and not feel sick.
This didn't have to be a disaster
we can make this work somehow
this is not the party I was after
stick with me and we'll stick it out.
The fat birds,
spirits soaring around in hell
my head rings
like the marina's lighthouse bell
I can't breathe
my lungs all filled with salt
Don't wanna be here,
but I promise it's not your fault.
This didn't have to be a disaster
we can make this work somehow
this is not the party I was after
stick with me and we'll stick it out.
Long days seem shorter with you
we got here at a quarter to ten
let's listen to the sunset in blue
then we can go
and never come back again.
This didn't have to be a disaster
we can make this work somehow
this is not the party I was after
stick with me and we'll stick it out.
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