Текст (слова) песни: Lucksmiths, The - Fear Of Rolleroasters
At the arse-end of another century I spend hours in the cemetery On my way to anywhere but here It was perfect in the summertime I`d just ask and the sun would shine But the days just disappear this time of year
Yesterday was lost drinking And, yes, today I was thinking I could be making more of the weekend A seaside bus will see us disembark At sunset by the amusement park I`m none too nonchalant but I`ll pretend
Come on! Come over Come on! Come over I`ve overcome my fear of rollercoasters
Hey sugarlips – remember this? Literally the sweetest kiss
Come on! Come over Come on! Come over I`ve overcome my fear of rollercoasters
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