Joe Highton & Ernie Wang

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Garden Problems

There‘s a slick washed up on the beach

Its 2 am, feels like summer

I accelerate to see if I can crash

I‘m on the run with you, my sweet love. (My sweet sweet love)

Don‘t they know it‘s the end of the world?

Seven phone calls and a cheat code.

Can‘t make sense of the words (oh..)

So cold, so clean, your own little screen

Oh god, it made me smile.

These birds copy every word.

Why do we scream at each other? (what did we do?)

You‘re beautiful and I am insane.

And you‘re beautiful and I am insane.

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There‘s a slick washed up on the beach

Its 2 am, feels like summer

A smile on my face in your arms.

Sweat shirts, black rabbits and doves cry. (doves cry...)

They come to your bed in the night

Pacemaker In one little spark

Can‘t make sense of the words (oh..)

So cold, so clean, your own little screen

Oh god, it made me smile.

These birds copy every word.

Why do we scream at each other? (what did we do?)

You‘re beautiful and I am insane.

And you‘re beautiful and I am insane

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Its 2 am, feels like summer

A smile on my face in your arms.

This is what it sounds like

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A smile on my face in your arms.

And this is what it sounds like