| Let the camera be my eyes
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| Been walkin' out my door and takin' pictures through a lens of mine
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| Bored on The Hill don’t stop me there
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| Hop the T I’m shoppin' up at Copley Square
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| Maybe hit the Seacoast and I’ll dream about a beach house
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| Sneak onto a porch and scream about all of the feelings that I got
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| In my pocket, pocket
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| Till then I’m just talkin', talkin'…
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| I’ve been missing since the weekend
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| Ask myself what are you thinking
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| No reply, no surprise
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| I’ve been planning since I met you
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| Though it’s hard to with the sun up in my eyes, paid the price
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| Blowin' fire like the Santa Anas
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| When I die wanna panoramic view
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| Raise a toast for the East Coast, Atlantic
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| Never tried it was automatic with you
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| I was westside by Pacific
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| Came home with the same flow prolific
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| From the southside outside no different
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| So Imma go get it, and you can hop on it
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| But not until I’m finished
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| I saw you caught up on a weekend, yeah
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| I thought about it oh believe me, yeah
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| I’ve been missing since the weekend
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| Ask myself what are you thinking
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| No reply, no surprise
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| I’ve been planning since I met you
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| Though it’s hard to with the sun up in my eyes, paid the price
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| Blowin' fire like the Santa Anas
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| When I die wanna panoramic view
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| Raise a toast for the East Coast, Atlantic
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| Never tried it was automatic with you |