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Our Place
I think about our future 
When the evening rolls around 
Can you imagine
A time without these sounds 
I hear the surf swell running
Our place is getting near
Our time's no longer coming
It's here
 
A place to hang my pictures
A place to hide your cares
A place to make new memories
As time becomes more rare
Where bad deeds are forgiven
And there’s nowhere left to go
Just space for some more livin’
In the afterglow
 
It’s so quiet tonight
Feels like the end of the world
Then again
It could be the start of something starting
I know the surf swell’s running
Our place is getting near
Our time's no longer coming
It's here
 
There’s nowhere left to hide
Under this sun
We’ve started this ride
And there’s nowhere to run
 
I feel the surf swell running
Our place is getting near
Our time's no longer coming
It's here
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