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I be keeping things tidy
In my mind and in my stride
Chasing waves and drifting over them slow
Taking them easy with no place to go
A Sunday dream of ours
We got sand on our skin and salt in our eyes
Sunburnt tan lines on my arms
You said you don′t need to rush it will all turn out
When you're taking it slow got that look in your eyes
You glance back to make sure I′m smiling and it's alright

It could be us
It could be you
And it's time to write a song about the
Blue in your eyes
It could be us
It could be you
And it′s time to write a song about the
Golden Times

I see a ripple on the horizon
The smell of burning has turned into something charming
Some things you love and some you regret and
Some things you′re proud of and some you forget
You said it's okay if I′m a fucking mess
A Sunday dream of ours
We got sand on our skin and salt in our eyes
Sunburnt tan lines on my arms
You said you don't need to rush it will all turn out
When you′re taking it slow got that look in your eyes
You glance back to make sure I'm smiling and it′s alright

It could be us
It could be you
And it's time to write a song about the
Blue in your eyes
It could be us
It could be you
And it's time to write a song about the
Golden Times Yeahhhhhhh

It could be us
It could be you
And it′s time to write a song about the
Golden Times

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