Descendents
Merican
Here With Me
Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is gray
You would call it a perfect day
And naturally I'd have to agree
If you were here with me
When I'm hanging out with all my friends
Something still holds back my smile
Something tells me they're the enemy - The enemy
'Cause you're not here with me
(And I know she was everything)
When everybody's having fun
I sit and stare at everyone
Back to myself again
Took a walk outside along the beach
Watched the waves roll on the shore
The things I felt before aren't there anymore - Not anymore
'Cause you're not here with me
And everybody's having fun (But not me)
I sit and stare at everyone
Back to myself again
Back to myself again
Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is gray...
Keep working
Stay busy
Don't think about
Don't think about

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