Ska Beach Songtext

If I start to think about what to be or anyway to try doing
Just let me trip wht should I go on to stay here and give up
When I can free from a world I don't feel mine
Let me think of going away of being an a lonely beach
Or breathing salt and oily smells warm on me
Send me a rustle of foam images of blue nights
The blowing of winds for a sought loneliness and guess
That I'll see my self singing ska
Maybe vibrations would arise on the beach
I wish I figure myself glad of spreading feelings around
So I could stop my damned rage
This song's called ska beach

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