The Mosquitos - 27 Degrees

We're just sitting holding hands.
Everybody's left the beach.
Summer is over, but we're not going anywhere.
We're just waiting for the sunshine to come back again.

Feeling breezes, windy trees and you.
Kiss my lips, they're turning blue.
It's twenty-seven Fahrenheit.
It's below zero Celsius.

Written by:
ROOT, SMITH, STULBACH

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