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Floatin' away like a bottle in the water |
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Sun down here just feels a little hotter |
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Burnin' away today 'cause I ain't got her no more, no more |
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Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches |
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Nobody here practice what they preaches |
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The truth is the truth ain't worth what I'm reaching for |
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In the distance I hear tequila talk |
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And college chicks in the parking lot |
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While I just lay here starin' up at God |
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Chorus: |
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With sand in my soul |
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Beer in my veins |
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Lettin' my hair grow in room 108 |
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Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try |
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'Cause I'm on a roll |
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Fillin' up this hole |
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With sand in my soul |
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Headphones, shades, never gettin' rattled |
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Spent all day just building you a castle |
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It's okay if your back in the saddle at home, back home |
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I hate to say I'm glad you broke my heart |
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And I hate to say it isn't tearing me apart |
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But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed |
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Chorus: |
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With sand in my soul |
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Beer in my veins |
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Lettin' my hair grow in room 108 |
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Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try |
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'Cause I'm on a roll |
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Fillin' up this hole |
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With sand in my soul |
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In the distance I hear tequila talk |
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And college chicks in the parking lot |
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While I just lay here starin' up at God |
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Sand in my soul |
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Beer in my veins |
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Lettin' my hair grow down to my waist |
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Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try |
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'Cause I'm on a roll |
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Fillin' up this hole |
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With sand in my soul |
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Sand in my soul |
