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When the summer's young |
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And nobody has their prices |
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No one is no one |
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And nobody in a crisis |
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There's no swimming past the drop off |
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Or feeling sorry for yourself |
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You don't go swimming past the drop off |
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Or else You're a pistol, you're a gun |
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And suddenly |
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I have no prices |
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I'm like a friend of |
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Dylan's, Bob |
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Dylan Our shovels meeting in some crisis |
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But there's no swimming past the drop off |
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Yeah, we don't replace ourselves |
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You don't go swimming past the drop off |
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Or else The fates are amok and spun |
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Measured and cut |
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And the past is meant to please us |
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You're a comet from earth |
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In a Kiss |
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Alive shirt |
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Saying, "Holy fuck, it's Jesus" |
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The surface is green |
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And the dark interweaves |
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In a lonely iridescence |
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It's terribly deep |
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And the cold is complete |
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And it only lacks a presence |
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And nothing else |
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When the summer is done |
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And nobody sympathizes |
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You're no friend of |
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Dylan's Yeah, you won't see another crisis |
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There's no swimming past the drop off |
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Or feeling sorry for ourselves |
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You don't go swimming past the drop off |
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Or else Personal stakes |
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Will get raised and get raised |
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Till your story gets compelling |
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If you lacked the sense |
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Or were willfully dense |
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Is forever in the telling |
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The surface is green |
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And the dark interweaves |
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In a lonely iridescence |
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It's terribly deep |
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And the cold is complete |
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And it only lacks your presence |
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And nothing else |
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Nothing else |
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Nothing else |
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And no one else |
