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Mar 2015
Your green eyes
Watching the sun rise
In the orange skies
Crazy how fast the time flies

I try to peel away my gaze
But all I see is your face
Left in a summer daze
We’ll take our time, this love is not a race

“Let’s get out of here”
You’ll whisper in my ear
How about we run
To the California sun

Run away together
Put a sign on the door
Saying we’ve gone to better weather
And we don’t live here anymore

Maybe we’ll regret it a ton
But maybe we’ll have finally won
All we have to do is run
To the California sun
Written by
Layla Emory Holt  F/USA
(F/USA)   
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