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MAKING ALL OUR PLANS IN THE SANTA CRUZ SAND THAT NIGHT I THOUGHT I HAD YOU IN THE PALM OF MY HAND THAT NIGHT SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS TIL MY CHEST FELT TIGHT I TOLD MYSELF THAT I'M NEVER GONNA BE ALRIGHT
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT WE DREAM ABOUT THEY DONT MEAN WHAT THEY DID BEFORE I JUST WANNA GET BACK TO US CAUSE WE USED TO HAVE MORE WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE WE'RE MISSING OUT LIKE IM STANDING BEHIND THE DOOR I JUST WANNA GET BACK TO US CAUSE WE USED TO HAVE MORE