Intro - 

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Verse 1 -

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Well there's sand in my book from writing on the beach

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trying to find a song for you that the ocean can only reach,

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and this beach is getting wider than my train of thought is long

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and each little grain of sand is other asshole poet song

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so i'll try to get this right before the sunburn says i'm worng, says i'm wrong


Pre Verse -

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Verse 2 -

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I keep on shooting clever guns that blow up in my face

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and what good to say i'm sorry when this time it wont erase, 

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all the times i hit erase on every word you said to me

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and just covered it up like dogsh*t on a pretty city street

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just to not p*ss off the neighbors no wonder i can't sleep, i can't sleep


Pre Verse


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Verse 3

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A song without a chorus you know this is my first attempt

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cuz that would only bore us and the title would go limp,

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but these words just keep on shooting out my pen just like a gun

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and i'm aiming at your ears trying not to come undone

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cuz you love the smell of gunshots and the company on one, thats no fun


Pre Verse


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verse 4 - 

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They'll probably say this sucks you know but i don't really care

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and i use the "gunshot" word so it wont get on the air,

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while the rappers do a driveby and smoke crack then thank the lord

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while a white-bread singer songwriter has to stand here looking bored

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and while i'm at it i should probably mention that all the guns i used in 

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my song were fake...


Outro-

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not real, they were plastic, f*ck, get real, blast it

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i still love you