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Summertime came too soon, |
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Summers in kansas often do. |
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And the air was still, |
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I felt the pull. |
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I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way. |
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And I knew |
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I was the first to pass this way. |
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I believe |
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I step across some line, |
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Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, |
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Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, |
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Never remembers his name. |
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Always feel so alone, |
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Wherever I am |
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I feel the pull, |
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And the life |
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I've left behind the pull. |
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And in case |
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I have no future, |
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I've got the past |
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There's no telling just how long this play will last. |
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I believe |
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I step across some line, |
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Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, |
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Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, |
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Never remembers his name, |
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Never remembers. |
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I'm down, walking through a storm. |
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I hear a voice inside, crying, |
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It calls my name like a judge accusing, |
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Black robe hanging down, whoah, |
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Don't forget be brave about your love. |
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Well I walk across the murky room, |
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And there's flashes in my eyes, |
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I don't know what |
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I'm doin'. |
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Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, |
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Never remembers his name. |
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Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, |
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Never remembers his name, |
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Never remembers his name, |
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I never remember my name. |
