Incubus Summer Romance текст песни, слова песни Summer Romance Incubus
Incubus - Summer Romance
I think I was dreaming up
some thoughts that were seemingly possible... with you So I call you on the tin
can phone We rendezvous at
a quater-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found a way for you and I to
finally fly free When we
get there, we're gonna go far away Making sure to laugh; while we experience
anit-gravity Fot years, I
kept to myself Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf Simply
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