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Ocean tide, you always bring me to my knees, yeah you got me begging, won't
You please wash over me? say, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, Pawley's
Isle and all the sweet Palmetto trees, yeah you make it hard to leave this
Place I call SC, say, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go,
Cuz I'm a sucker for the beach walks, I cannot get enough of dock talks,
Split a midnight case with Russ and Jimmy you can't beat, can imagine who
I'll meet in sweet SC
Southern skies, you seduce these star-struck eyes, greatest rival to any
Little damsel that may try, say, beat'em every time, beat'em every time,
Stars are out, ain't got a think to talk about, like words would win over
Them, ooh I highly doubt say, beat'em every time, beat'em every time
Cuz I'm a sucker for the beach walks, I cannot get enough of dock talks,
Split a midnight case with Russ and Jimmy you can't beat, can imagine who
I'll meet in sweet SC
Fourth of July, oh it lit up the sky yeah I never been a fan of fireworks,
I nearly died, but that night it was to die for, came in so late with an
Increased heart rate, after dodging flames to celebrate, this state of
Independence, oh I felt so independent, Peter got his first kiss, he felt
The same bliss that I felt at the movies age fifteen, count of Monte
Cristo, too bad I missed though, just another date with Amy G, a date with
Amy G, a date with Amy G, a date with Amy G