I lay my head onto the sand.
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.
I'm counting ufo's.
I signal them with my lighter
and in this moment i am happy, happy.
The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in.
Maybe I should hold with care,but my hands are busy in the air.
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you
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