Building on sand you don't see
If you love your car so much
You won't stop at the stop sign
For the passer-by that I am
If you think saying it's lovely
All the time will stop you
From feeling like shit
If you're afraid of leaving
Your stuff on the sea side
While you go swimming
And off in rented gear you go
Into the sea into the sea
And told me later you did 3 miles whatever
The sea, the sea, that really tried her best
To kill me #fail
I am ready.
And here I am,
The day after,
Walking on art, crying
It's an earth quake really
You won't see it you won't feel it
But an old lady, second name Elizabeth,
Took me for a tour. Thank you.
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