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Pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine Go fill your suitcase with the things you haven't sold You're slippin out Round the back Down the side Meeting two friends from just down the road No Blue Jean Hamlets and no Casjmere Romeos Facing up To the fact (it's a fact) Bad Complex and Big Overlode Full explanation... what was infatuation? True Love (ah-ah) True Love (ah-ah) When it's good it's wicked at the same time Cruisin all over in Pink Sunshine Pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine Gun Metal Sunrise seize you ragged round the edge You turn around Both of them Sleep away Coffee and toast-your're back from the dead Easy to run out but you're choosin this instead It's got style More or less Heading west High Octane and plenty of lead The Weather Stations... promise some big salvation True Love (ah-ah) True Love (ah-ah) When it's good it's wicked at the same time Burning all over and i feel fine When i'm good and wicked at the same time Cruisin all over in Pink Sunshine It's a vicious circle, in which you roam But you've got company, you're not alone Gray tears are swept aside, Pink Sunshine everywhere Don't know where it's comin from What do you care? Pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine Go dry your eyes and run your fingers through mt hair It's no lie Obvious On the bus A minute of cool a week of somewhere Full information... we got a specialisation True Love (ah-ah) True Love (ah-ah) When it's good it's wicked at the same time Burning all over and i feel fine When i'm good and wicked at the same time Cruisin all over in Pink Sunshine Pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine, pink pink sunshine
Writer(s): Margaret Teresa Dunne, Victoria Louise Perks, Joanne Dunne, Liam Hillard Sternberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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