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Childhood Beach House

Childhood - Beach House
The beginning of the end
Thought the harvest was my friend
The nature of that place
Sends a sweet smell around my head
Oh well

The hardest thing of all
The harboring of our lust
Hiding all the time
We were cast out of everywhere
But enough..

Last time
The last time I remember
The last time I remember
It was gone

How I want you to know
How far west we will go
Hand in hand, let it low
All our days in the slow

All my toys are dead

Unraveled at the stairs
Opened but who cares?
Why?
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