Gotta check the forecast, Throw away my skateboard. Stop wearing tight jeans, And pull on some board shorts, And Max can’t surf, but god knows he's a ginger

Yours was the first face that I saw; I think I was blind before I met you. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been, But I know where I want to go

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