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ocean shores, i don't recall your sweet refrain
i was high the night i found out that my brother was born
seven kids and still my parents don't get along
fingers caught, tasting my blood in the parking lot
ocean
shannon, please, i cut my teeth on the ocean air
i was high the night i was told of your suicide
i still keep all my receipts from the grocery store
fingers caught, tasting my blood in the parking lot
ocean
i was high the night i found out that my brother was born
seven kids and still my parents don't get along
fingers caught, tasting my blood in the parking lot
ocean
shannon, please, i cut my teeth on the ocean air
i was high the night i was told of your suicide
i still keep all my receipts from the grocery store
fingers caught, tasting my blood in the parking lot
ocean
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