wind blows the hair on my headand I can't remember which bus to take
but I want to get back to the placewhere you can see the sun set on the sea and break
with the waves in the side of it all

I always feel like I'm ready to fall
back into bed
or into your arms I'm holding on for dear life
back into bed
or into your arms I'm holding on for dear life

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