Fences - Sunburns Lyrics
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Sunburns
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What Are The Lyrics For Sunburns By Fences?
I had a dream I met a girl,
With brunette curls and nature faults, She didn't seem to care (not) all like me, Like holding hands and falling backwards on your knees. And man I loved her like it hurt, When being buried I'd prefer she be the dirt. She didn't seem to care (not) all like me Baby it's coming out, The burns, sunburns, The burns, sun. The sun is coming out, The burns, sunburns, The burns, sun. Falling backwards Falling backwards Falling backwards Falling backwards Like burning bottles, burning props, I learned to love her and accept her flaws. She didn't seem to care (not) all like me, Like holding hands and jumping fearless in the stream. The day she taught me how to run, To hold my breath and give my body to the sun. She didn't seem to care (not) all, so what Baby it's coming out, The burns, sunburns, the burns, sun. The sun is coming out, The burns, sunburns, The burns, sun. All the lights, all around All the lights, all around All the lights, all around All the lights, all around Baby it's coming out, The burns, sunburns, The burns, sun. The sun is coming out, The burns, sunburns, The burns, sun. You know I'd love you till it hurts. (All the lights, all around) You know I'd love you till it hurts. (All the lights, all around) You know I'd love you till it hurts. (All the lights, all around) You know I'd love you till it hurts. (All the lights, all around) |
Who Wrote Sunburns By Fences?
Ben Greenspan, Chris Walla, Christopher Mansfield
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