Costa Del Fylde
I adore the roar of the ocean, the salted sun kissed breeze
A stroll down the shore, in sandals and shorts: sangria sipped with ease
But unfortunately this is Fleetwood
And its minus 12 degrees
I adore the roar of the ocean, the salted sun kissed breeze
A stroll down the shore, in sandals and shorts: sangria sipped with ease
But unfortunately this is Fleetwood
And its minus 12 degrees
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