| Fall asleep, the west coast
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| All I need is your note
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| Underneath the window
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| Fall asleep, the west coast
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| All I need is your note
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| And I’m drummin', I’m hummin' the only words I ever know
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| I’m comin', I’m leavin' everything that keeps me feelin' low
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| And I walk in time to the beat that’s keepin' blood flow
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| And I walk in line to your speech leadin' me home
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| I see the trees reachin' over me holdin' me
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| I keep the breeze on my back from pullin' me
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| But I feel this tight rope gettin' even tighter
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| Though I fight it entirely, despite it conspiring with me, yeah
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| Fall asleep, the west coast
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| All I need is your note
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| Underneath the window
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| And I’m under the pressure of the light fallin' low
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| And I’m under the weather from the nights on my own
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| But I try to find all the times that you spoke to me
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| And I keep in mind all the lines that you wrote for me
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| I walk to every last word and every last hope
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| And I walk to every letter on this path home
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| And though the tight rope is getting even tighter
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| I know the brighter days are up ahead so I hold on
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| So I hold on
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| (Instrument)
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| Fall asleep, the west coast
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| All I need is your note
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| Underneath the window
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| Fall asleep, the west coast
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| All I need is your note
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| Underneath the window |