I walked through a pier of glue
Stuck by the rock, moss and mildew Lack of substance, I missed my cue I am lost, in a beach in Malibu Then I see a light, deja vu The light of hope, it is you It’s fresh and alive, no longer on queue It is home, you, my beach of Malibu.
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