Empty Beach

It took thirteen beaches to find one empty
But finally, I’m fine
Past Ventura and lenses plenty
In the white sunshineBut you still can find me, if you ask nicely
Underneath the pines
With the daisies, feelin’ hazy
In the ballroom of my mind
Across the county line

It hurts to love you, but I still love you
It’s just the way I feel
And I’d be lyin’, if I kept hidin’
The fact that I can’t deal
And that I’ve been dyin’ (yeah)
For somethin’ real
That I’ve been dyin’ for somethin’ real

 

Empty Beach

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