On the bus to work
Out the window the sun rises
The sky doesn’t have the same colors
The suns burns different over the mountains
It glistens off the Pacific’s warm waters
I remember waking up on the beach
With the city at our backs
The world felt miles away
Our own paradise
But the sun sets on the horizon
It too set on our story
And our paradise was lost
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