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On the BeachWords and Music by Eric Copeland, Copyright 2011I and my better half have found escapeFrom all the appointments of this lifeWe knew just what we were needingSo we came south to old Floride andIt didn’t take us long to find the white panhandle sandsOn the beachUnavailable by phoneOn the beachYou can call but we’re not homeNo messages for us just an unending chorusOf crashing waves and foamSitting so closeDaring the water to touch our toesFrom Alys to Rosemary we rambleNo particular plan, no set agendaWe check in from time to timeWith family and friends onlineBut otherwise you’ll find us on the while panhandle sandsOn the beachStaring at the ocean blueOn the beachSuch a lovely day for twoNo pressure before us just an unending chorusOf crashing waves and foamSitting so closeDaring the water to touch our toesSo whenever we find it neededWe come down to old Floride andMake a beeline to, the white panhandle sandsOn the beachRight where we were meant to beOn the beachIt’s our favorite therapyThere’s nothing else for us, like the unending chorusOf crashing waves and foamSitting so closeDaring the water to touch our toes
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