PORTOLA HILLS

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There's something in the air a reminiscent bliss
But I never know where It'll take me
And I've got a fever I've got an itch
I've got this longing that I don't know how to fix
And I've been counting memories, I don't know how to quit
Cause I can't help but let it take me away

Walk with the bittersweet smell of the wind
It's a long way down so you might as well
Keep up with the sun till your feet are in the sand
Till you hit Portola Hills

There's something on my mind
But I can't make it out
Waiting for some sort of sign
To show
On one too many of these days that I've lost count
Feels like I'm running in a dream I forgot about
Where the
Ocean breeze is only a short drive outside of town
But the tide comes in too fast I can't ever stay

So
Walk with the bittersweet smell of the wind
It's a long way down so you might as well
Keep up with the sun till your feet are in the sand
Till you hit Portola Hills

Portola Hills
Portola Hills

Portola Hills
Portola Hills