Jul 15, 2021

 If you've played all 

the games they play

You played them yesterday

Walkaway, walkaway
If you've been, 
where they want to go
Seen all they got to show
Just walkaway,

 walkaway, walkaway
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That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
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They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"