The Microphones – Florida Beach (Guitar)

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Close my eyes

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She's somehow closer now

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Lying sick with my face pressed into the sound vibrations

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And I'm sleepy and out of my mind

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She’s floating above me with palms reaching out

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And legs that are gone, just smoke and a huge face with eyes

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I asked, "What? Why do you float there and watch me sleep

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Every night when I’m sick?”

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But she didn't answer and hovered there still

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Going away when I turned on the lights

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She kept watching to make sure I'm okay

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And said, in my head, to me

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"I came all the way from Florida in my sleep

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To watch you and help you get well while I do that too"