| Over the crowd I notice your smile
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| Following highways by hours that chide
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| Crumbling fears that nestled inside
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| Guess I’m wrestling to make up my mind
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| Say what — trying to make this work
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| Bind thoughts, oh, there are so few
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| Soft spot I’m wading through all these words
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| I’d rather hang here beside you
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| At dusk we’re driving down to the beach
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| The ocean’s glimmering surface
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| Drunk on a liqueur of fennel seeds
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| Night brushed these mountains in purple
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| On the road the burst out of silly jokes
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| And you reach over for my hand
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| You know I’m smothered by all these words
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| A touch you touch I still comprehend
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| Let’s build our castles and lakes of sand
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| The roaring shoreline’s aside
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| The curly washed capes and strips of land
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| I’ll leash my fears beside me
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| The hazy mountains are up above
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| Lined up into a whimsical cradle
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| Down through the valley and almond grove
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| We’re rolling reckless and playful
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| Soothe me, come into my dream and stay
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| Bursting all apple blossoms are swaying
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| Humble nourishing my dreams of you
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| Mumbled in my ear, your love is true |