| All across the beach that night
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| Sunburnt skin, hot like fire
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| So young and fast and sick of waiting
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| Staring up at a blood red sky
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| We were the tide so high
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| On a bed of glass, no reservations
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| Hey, a memory, won’t you let me go
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| Hey, I can’t go back so long ago
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| To fire and matches
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| And cigarette lips
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| Hearts out stranded
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| On Styrofoam drifts
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| Searching for true love
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| With you in the sand
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| In summerland
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| In summerland, yeah
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| Ooh got a feeling
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| And I’m lost in a feeling
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| Ooh got a feeling
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| And I’m lost in a feeling
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| Loaded up like a pistol pump
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| Dilated eyes so numb
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| When the morning came, we threw it all away
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| Smoldering like a smoking gun
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| Getting lost in the setting sun
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| Those summer nights still burn me to this day
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| Well hey, a memory, won’t you let me go
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| Hey, I can’t go back so long ago
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| To fire and matches
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| And cigarette lips
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| Hearts out stranded
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| On Styrofoam drifts
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| Searching for true love
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| With you in the sand
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| In summerland
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| In summerland, yeah
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| There was salt on the backseat
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| Salt in the wounds
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| A jacket for bedsheets
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| And my hands all over you
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| Fire and ashes
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| A suicide kiss
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| Then like a phantom
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| You sailed with the ships
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| I almost found true love
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| With you in the sand
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| In summerland
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| In summerland, yeah
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| Ooh got a feeling
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| And I’m lost in a feeling
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| Ooh got a feeling
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| And I’m lost in a feeling |