Could you please come back
Cause what we had, it was gold
You were gold
And I'm not sad
It's just this static gets old
We get old
And I'm a tricky tricky son
Son of a gun
We're young yeah
I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing
We have fun
We have fun
We got the summer nights under our tongues
We're singing ohhhh
We have fun
We have fun
We got a little air left in our lungs
We're sining ohhhh
Did I lose track
Of all those nights that have ever went bad
Went cold went cold
And I'm not sad
Can I let you know
Can I let you know
You were gold
We get old
And I'm a tricky tricky son
Son of a gun
We're young yeah
I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing
We have fun
We have fun
We got the summer nights under our tongues
We're singing ohhhh
We have fun
We have fun
We got a little air left in our lungs
We're sining ohhhh
And all I see
Are dark clouds in front of me
Told myself I was livin' free
Without you by my side
Hold me
Hold me close
Love's a dying breed
You crossed my heart
When you crossed the sea
Into the setting sun
I guess there's only one place I can tun
We have fun
We have fun
We got the summer nights under our tongues
We're singing ohhhh
We have fun
We have fun
We got a little air left in our lungs
We're sining ohhhh

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