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Damien, those days in the Treehouse Cafe
You smoked cigars and I played guitar
found laughter in each other's arms.
And we were the best of friends,
inseparable, immeasurable, and with no end.

Drinking coffee, making plans, writing poetry.
Telling inside jokes for only you and me.
And we were our universe
innocent and opulent, our lives immersed.

IT'S AWFULLY SWEET & IT'S AWFULLY TRUE
IT'S AWFULLY JUST ME AND YOU
IT'S AWFULLY SWEET & IT'S AWFULLY TRUE
IT'S AWFULLY JUST ME AND YOU

Later on in LA and we're on your turf.
We hang around Hermosa soaking sun and surf
And we'd watch the pelicans dive
The freedom of a free-fall and to be alive.

Hermit crab racing with your brother, Brandon in the Valley
Whisky in Hollywood, eating way more candy than we should
And we were like little kids
Feeling like flying- and maybe we did.

IT'S AWFULLY SWEET & IT'S AWFULLY TRUE
IT'S AWFULLY JUST ME AND YOU
IT'S AWFULLY SWEET & IT'S AWFULLY TRUE
IT'S AWFULLY JUST ME AND YOU

All waters come to meet where the road ends
and rushes round our feet. It rushes round our feet.
Silver moonlight dripping through the trees & I'm lost in whispers
& shivering in the breeze. I'm shivering in the breeze.

IT'S AWFULLY SWEET & IT'S AWFULLY TRUE
IT'S AWFULLY JUST ME AND YOU
IT'S AWFULLY SWEET & IT'S AWFULLY TRUE
IT'S AWFULLY JUST ME AND YOU