Storyhill
Getaway
At the top of the Ferris Wheelyou screamed out.And in the hotel that nightyou didn't sleep.'Cause your sister was cryingon the balcony,and your mother and fatherwere out.It was your family's last attemptat Florida.In the last days before the aftermath.You were always hanging on your father's armin the sunny, faded photographs.And you hated and you loved more than youever have.Getaway, getaway, getaway.They sat together on the stairsand they watched you play in the waves.But in a whisper in the hallwaymother saidthat "I guess there's nothing left to say."Getaway, getaway, getaway.Getaway, getaway, getaway.Getaway, getaway, getaway.Getaway, getaway, getaway.
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