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the springs
Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I want to be where the sun meets the sky I want to be there, it's out of your mind And I believe in the secrets you're keeping I want to piece of the air when I breathe in I want to be the gold underneath the stream Having my moment, you know what I mean Oh, it's a blue sky And the headlights, and the headlines It's a new day, for a new wave It's a perfect moment, oh I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs Out of my way, Berlin to L.A. I want to stay here and never go home again I want to be the grass underneath your feet I want to be the shops on your high street And I believe in the secrets you're keeping I want to be your alarm when you sleep in I want to be the one you can be around I want to be the one who can make you proud Oh, it's a blue sky And the headlights, and the headlines It's a new day, for a new wave It's a perfect moment, oh I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs