歌词
The sun went down
The sky was dyed blue
Drive to the west
Drive to the west
Naughty clouds
Jump on the eyebrows
Pink stamps melt into sweaty hands
Young love may touch at the fingertips
But it never sticks
The boy fell asleep on the couch
She was playing guitar here last night
High boots and green sweater
I have no feelings to you
If the brokenhearted have no sorrow
Love probably have no what flavor way
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