This little town sees an awful lot of winter, the snow's a damp disease it will not let me leave.
She's sailing summer seas and Lord knows that I miss her, I miss her coastlines begging for a breeze, so I'll take a holiday though my life is a vacation.
I'm headed state side, hoping for some heat. The California sun is surely my salvation.
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