The sun got stuck, as it's making it's way back down,
We find ourselves, in a familiar part of town
And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you
So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And ill take you there with me
My head crashed down, air conditioned
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