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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoPanama City
We hit that liquor storeBy the county lineWhipped out a fake IdI got from a friend of mineWe made our getawayDue south to the gulf shore sandYou were looking like a woman childI was feeling like a full grown manWe had a bottle of silverAnd a bottle of sapphireAn Indian blanketAnd a beachfront bonfireWe watched the moonShip wreck on the waterI don't remember, A night much hotterYou, were lying on the hood of my carAnd I, was strumming on that old guitarAnd we, were looking for the northern starsAnd midnight played like a drive in sceneYou were doing Liz TaylorI was doing James DeanAnd I loved you as much as I could at 18With sand in your hair and sand in my jeansIt was so right, all nightAnd the sunset looked like an airbrushed t-shirtSewed on the street in Panama CityI grabbed the camera and snapped off the pictureYou said 'love, ain't it a pittySomeday this moment will fade awayReplaced by a photograph'Like the way we remember the words to a jokeAnd forgot how hard it made us laughWe had a bottle of silverAnd a bottle of sapphireAn Indian blanketAnd a beachfront bonfireWe watched the moonShip wreck on the waterGod I miss that summerBut not as much as I miss youI miss you
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