Ice Cream

The Wombats

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    Beyond the pines are the breeze I shoot
    There's a place where I undo
    And it happens all the time
    I'm immune to goodbyes, oh

    Swiss watch and a baseball cap
    Won't go far with a face like that
    Still they keep me wanting more
    A church with a locked door

    You keep me wanting more

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    Everything gets blurry
    Am I right where you want me?
    Melting like an ice cream in the Sun
    He's low and she's high
    But I'm taking it offline
    Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
    An ice cream in the Sun

    Art imitates life again
    Rose and I used to be friends
    We'd hang out from time to time
    When we could toe the line, oh
    What I like in humility
    My ego pays back to me
    And it keeps me wanting more
    A church with a locked door

    You keep me wanting more

    Everything gets blurry
    Am I right where you want me?
    Melting like an ice cream in the Sun
    He's low and she's high
    But I'm taking it offline
    Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
    An ice cream in the Sun

    Everything gets blurry
    Am I right where you want me?
    Melting like an ice cream in the Sun
    He's low and she's high
    But I'm taking it offline
    Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
    An ice cream in the Sun

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    Composition: Daniel Joseph Haggis, Tord Overland Knudsen, and Matthew Murphy

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