Palm Trees

Every time I go to Cali, I write a song. This summer was no different.
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LA's got palm trees
And that's about it
You're 3000 miles away

I know you hate me
Cause I told you I love you
Babe what'd you expect me to say

I just wanna get stoned and watch The Empire Strikes Back
And order delivery from the place right down stairs
And I'm just the guy who gets his ass kicked by feelings
No one explains, dear, no one prepares

New York's got miles
And miles of concrete
And millions of buildings who stand side by side

I had my doubts and
My reasons for leaving
Will she be waiting, her arms open wide

I just wanna be me
I just wanna belong
I just wanna wake up in a place feels like home

You're out of my life, babe
But always on my mind
I carry you with me where ever I roam

And palm trees are nice, babe
But I'd rather be home

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Benny
• Gammerman
• original
• piano
• singer
• songwriter
• Palm
• Trees

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