N.A.C.C. - Filled Up

Shelled out along the road. Vacated shores with no one home
Sand's Sand 'till it looks in the glass. I'd say the time has passed

Up
It's passed up. Up. It's passed Up
I'm picked up. Up. I look up and I say

It's Filled Up. With the sun in her hair
It's Filled Up. With the wind in her stare
It's Filled Up. A Full Cup

Tide grows and hands they foam, a salty finger but a sweet tooth shows
You're a biter, but I know that taffy's tough blue jeans are cuffed
Hand shake with a tree, toe touch Palm Springs and

Up
It's passed Up. Up. It's Passed Up
I'm picked Up. Up. Cup. And I say

It's Filled Up. With the sun in her hair
It's Filled Up. With the wind in her stare
It's Filled Up. A Full Cup

Written by:
Nicholas Crespin

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