Ocean blue daze,
Hopes above the shoreXpanse
It's my times, its our times,
its sex on the beach,
its strawberry soft-serve night-times.
Runaway cries on my escaping sundress, let him undress
our life together like we'll be in love4ever and
our laughter stretches across the empty sky.
until forever endless summer sadness killer kisses us
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