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(La-la, la-la, la-la-la) (La-la, la) (La-la, la) (La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la) (La-la, la) (La-la, la) Pink wine and film camera skies A taste for your highs, we're right where we wanting to be Crop tops and grass under your socks from dancing till we drop And, no, I never want you to leave 'Cause this could be the last one So, go nowhere Yeah, this'll probably be the last one So we're redding our skin (La-la, la-la, la-la-la) (La-la, la, la-la, la) 'Cause we'll be loving the way while we wait for the sun to burn (La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la) (La-la, la, la-la, la) Too busy soaking the rays to notice anyone else on Earth (La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la) (La-la, la, la-la, la) 'Cause, whilе we're blurring the days, thе weather won't ever seem to turn And the sun will burn Soft skin and sweat dripped off your chin Letras de canciones[You're not into the gin?], the pause in life is well overdue Iced tea [is dusting?] on your cheeks, we're barefoot in the street It all leads back to you Yeah, this'll probably be the last one So we're redding our skin Hey (La-la, la-la, la-la-la) (La-la, la) 'Cause we'll be loving the way while we wait for the sun to burn (La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la) (La-la, la, la-la, la) Too busy soaking the rays to notice anyone else on Earth (La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la) (La-la, la, la-la, la) 'Cause, while we're blurring the days, the weather won't ever seem to turn And the sun will burn (Oh) Pink wine and film camera skies A taste for your highs, we're right where we wanting to be Crop tops and grass under your socks from dancing till we drop And, no, I never want you to leave 'Cause we'll be loving the way while we wait for the sun to burn (I never want you to leave) Too busy soaking the rays to notice anyone else on Earth (La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la) (La-la, la, la-la, la) 'Cause, while we're blurring the days ('Cause, while we're blurring the days), the weather won't ever seem to turn (The weather won't seem to turn) And the sun will burn (And the sun will burn) From Letras Mania