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 I was the first to pass this way.
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I believe 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 I feel the pull,
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And the life I've left behind the pull.
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And in case I have no future, 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 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 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.
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The Pull
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