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Juan Poch
Juan Poch
Composer
Manuel Abel
Manuel Abel
Composer

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Beach parade that's all I want to chase I've been sick and tired of building this empire On this big blue world got nothing but my own true haunt Home is where I stay when I'm closed on a Sunday Where I don't wanna think that tomorrow is Monday Because I'm scared at you in the middle of the hallway Laughing at my face while you pretend to be the toughest Beach parade that's all I want to chase I've been sick and tired of building this empire On this big blue world got nothing but my own true haunt Horses on the hill riding faster and faster They're chasing down the man that was drowned in the ocean But it wasn't me I was staring at the sunset Waiting for the sky to change the color of the water
Writer(s): Juan Poch, Manuel Abel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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