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early morning mid-july |
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anticipation's making me high |
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the smell of sunday in our hair... |
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you ran on the beach with kennedy flair |
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sweet, sweet burn |
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of sun and summer wind |
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and you my friend |
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my new fun thing |
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my summerfling |
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laugh...oh how we would laugh |
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at anything |
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and so pretend |
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forsake the logic |
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of perfect plans... |
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a perfect moment |
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slipped through our hands |
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sweet, sweet burn |
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of sun and summer wind |
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and you my friend |
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my new fun thing |
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my summerfling |
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strange... |
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the wind can change so quickly |
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without a word of warning |
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rearrange our lives |
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until they're torn in two |
