My heart skips a beat when I watch her go by
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I don't know if she knows if I'm even alive
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I'd love to ask her out, but there's too many people around
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I've got to make it to summer
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I want to drift on that ocean-blue in her eyes
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On a blanket of sand
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Holding her hand
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While the lonely people go by
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I've got to make it to summer
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I want to tell her the things that I'm feeling inside
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And if I get the chance, I know I'm gonna make her mine
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Yeah
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I'm stuck in my room while the snow starts to fall
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I'm lost in big poster there on my wall
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I'd love to see her there with the golden sun in her hair
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I've got to make it to summer
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I want to drift on that ocean-blue in her eyes
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On a blanket of sand
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Holding her hand
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While the lonely people go by
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I've got to make it to summer
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I want to tell her the things that I'm feeling inside
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And if I get the chance, I know I'm gonna make her mine
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Yeah
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Ooh
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I've got to make it to summer
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I want to drift on that ocean-blue in her eyes
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On a blanket of sand
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Holding her hand
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While the lonely people go by
|
|
I've got to make it to summer
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I want to tell her the things that I'm feeling inside
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And if I get the chance, I know I'm gonna make her mine
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And if I get the chance, I know I'm gonna make her mine
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Ooh, yeah
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I've Got To Make It To Summer
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| Billy Gilman |
