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Florida Georgia Line - Smoke

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Над треком работали: Josh Kear (композитор), Chris Tompkins (композитор), Matt Bronleewe (автор слов), Natalie Imbruglia (автор слов), Steve Booker (автор слов), Mark Goldenberg (автор слов), David Munday (автор слов), Phil Thornalley (автор слов), Nick Trevisick (автор слов), Rick Palombi (автор слов), Anne Preven (автор слов), Scott Cutler (автор слов), Chris Corner (автор слов), Ian Pickering (автор слов), Liam Howe (автор слов), Francis White (автор слов), Sheppard Solomon (автор слов), Matt Prime (автор слов), The Pretenders (автор слов), Nina Badrić (автор слов), Natalie Imbruglia (композитор), Matt Bronleewe (композитор), Conrad T. Lant (композитор), John S Dixon (композитор), Dan Needham (композитор), T. Frederiksen (композитор)
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"Laying back against this windshield Parked out in this Georgia red field This is where we burn our summer nights Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of that Tacoma We were seventeen, going on free and wild She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry coke Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight' High as the stars in the Milky Way Those summer days drifted away, But she'll always float Back through my mind like smoke July flames, October ashes Southern skin and blue jean flashes Strike a match and light a memory We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air Tonight I'm stoned on long-gone love so strong I swear I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight' High as the stars in the Milky Way Those summer days drifted away, But she'll always float Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry coke Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight' High as the stars in the Milky Way Those summer days drifted away, But she'll always float Back through my mind like smoke "
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