| Sun down in Ensenadas, barefoot holding up white Adidas
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| Black ink on a sunburn hip line, pulling me in like a full moon riptide
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| Last flash the red light faded, the way only God could paint it
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| Innocence disappearing just like the foot prints in the sand at high tide
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| On top of the world, the edge of the cliff
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| Hands hanging on heaven I remember the second I tasted your lips
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| The sun don’t go down on that
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| No, the way that that summer’s just burning my mind
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| The flashes come back so fast, oh
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| The sun don’t go, sun don’t go down on that
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| Couple California dreamers, you singing over the speakers
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| In a wrangler on the 101, I told you you were everything I’d ever want
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| The edge of the blue, the tip of your touch
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| You never forget the way that it is when you know it’s love
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| The sun don’t go down on that
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| No, the way that that summer’s just burning my mind
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| The flashes come back so fast
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| The sun don’t go, sun don’t go down on that
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| On top of the world, the edge of the cliff
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| Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips
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| The sun don’t go down on that
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| No, the way that that summer’s just burning my mind
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| The flashes come back so fast
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| The sun don’t go, sun don’t go down on that
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| The sun don’t go down on that
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| I wish I had you back
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| I want you back so bad
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| Oh, the sun don’t go down on that |