| Floatin' away like a bottle in the water
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| Sun down here just feels a little hotter
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| Burnin' away today cuz I ain’t got her no more (no more)
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| Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches
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| Nobody here practice what they preachin'
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| Truth is, the truth ain’t what I’m reachin' for
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| In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot
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| While I just lay here starin' up at God
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| (Chorus)
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| With sand in my soul, beer in my veins
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| Let my hair grow, in room 108
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| Gettin over you, I ain’t even gunna try
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| Cuz I’m on a roll, fillin' up this hole
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| With sand in my soul
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| Headphone shades never gettin' rattled
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| Spend all day just building you a castle
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| It’s okay if you’re back in the saddle at home (back home)
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| I hate to say I’m glad you broke my heart
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| And I hate to say it isn’t tearin' me apart
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| But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed
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| (Chorus)
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| Sand in my soul, beer in my veins
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| Let my hair grow, in room 108
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| Gettin over you, I ain’t even gunna try
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| Cuz I’m on a roll, fillin up this hole
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| With sand in my soul
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| In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot
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| While I just lay here starin' up at God
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| (Chorus)
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| Sand in my soul, beer in my veins
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| Let my hair grow, down to my waist
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| Gettin over you, I ain’t even gunna try
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| Cuz I’m on a roll, fillin up this hole
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| With sand in my soul
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| (Sand in my soul) repeated 3x |