Lying on the shady grass
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Afternoon, there's always something happening
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Friends go floating gently by
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I'm listening to a song inside my head
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Although the summer's past
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Those mythic dreams would never last
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Do I care anymore
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And if it makes you sad
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Remember all the things you have
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That can't be bought
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Recollection brings me back
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Sad to think that it was just a fantasy
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We'd already accepted that
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Which many others struggled to believe
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And though it makes no sense
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I know there are no accidents
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I've no fear anymore
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And if it makes you sad
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To give up dreams you've always had
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That can't be bought
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It just can't be fought
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Looking back at '91
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Reflecting on those things we could have
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Said and done
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The dancing lights across a crowd
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Remind us of another town
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That's dead and gone
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It's just dead and gone
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Take me to that summer past
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And tell me is it really worth remembering?
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I realize that music then
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Was really just a song inside my head
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And though the fun has past
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Those mythic dreams are meant to last
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Have no fear anymore
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And if it makes you cry
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To look ahead, well dry your eyes
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It can be done
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Yes it can be done
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Summer Of '91
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| And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |
