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Every time June switches to July I think of Sixers by the side of Hogan Street.
We haven't talked since you got the call, wonder if it all's going right out at UT.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime.
The day you left felt like the day the music died.
Don't know how our history is written in your mind, but in mine.
It's Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my Americana. Two
AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce &
Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
Those days of gold, you hanging off my shoulder.
And when it got cold at the Watertown drive-in.
We used to shine like a Super 8 sign, but we only burned bright that high that time.
When Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my Americana.
Two AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce & Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
My Americana was you.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime.
The day you left felt like the day the music died.
Don't know how our history is written in your mind, but in mine.
It's Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my
Americana.
Two AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce & Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
Mm, my Americana was you.
Terjemahan bahasa Indonesia
Setiap kali bulan Juni berganti ke bulan Juli, saya memikirkan Sixers di tepi Jalan Hogan.
Kami belum berbicara sejak Anda menerima telepon, bertanya-tanya apakah semuanya baik-baik saja di UT.
Saat kau menjadi milikku, Elvis merasa seperti jaket kulit di masa jayanya.
Hari dimana Anda pergi terasa seperti hari dimana musik mati.
Entah bagaimana sejarah kita tertulis di pikiranmu, tapi di pikiranku.
Ini anggur Marlboro Red yang dilapisi warna biru tengah malam, Honda ibumu, Americana-ku. Dua
AM, pulanglah dengan parfummu di kerah bajuku, Dolce &
Gabbana.
Di tempat parkir, mendinginkan ban ketika saya tidak bisa menjaga tangan saya pada sepuluh dan dua.
Mobil kencang, patah hati, gadis baik tidak akan tinggal lebih lama dari musim panas. Saya
Americana adalah kamu.
Hari-hari emas itu, kau tergantung di pundakku.
Dan saat cuaca dingin di drive-in Watertown.
Dulu kami bersinar seperti tanda Super 8, tapi saat itu kami hanya bersinar setinggi itu.
Saat anggur Marlboro Red dilapisi warna biru tengah malam, Honda milik ibumu, Americana-ku.
Jam dua pagi, pulanglah dengan parfummu di kerahku, Dolce & Gabbana.
Di tempat parkir, mendinginkan ban ketika saya tidak bisa menjaga tangan saya pada sepuluh dan dua.
Mobil kencang, patah hati, gadis baik tidak akan tinggal lebih lama dari musim panas. Saya
Americana adalah kamu.
Americana-ku adalah kamu.
Saat kau menjadi milikku, Elvis merasa seperti jaket kulit di masa jayanya.
Hari dimana Anda pergi terasa seperti hari dimana musik mati.
Entah bagaimana sejarah kita tertulis di pikiranmu, tapi di pikiranku.
Itu anggur Marlboro Red yang dilapisi warna biru tengah malam, Honda milik ibumu, ya ampun
Amerika.
Jam dua pagi, pulanglah dengan parfummu di kerahku, Dolce & Gabbana.
Di tempat parkir, mendinginkan ban ketika saya tidak bisa menjaga tangan saya pada sepuluh dan dua.
Mobil kencang, patah hati, gadis baik tidak akan tinggal lebih lama dari musim panas. Saya
Americana adalah kamu.
Mm, Americana-ku adalah kamu.