in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and i'm sweet nothings
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come hell i'm your lover your man your friend your fair weather
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it's a world stopped afternoon passion legs your wordless
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all blue routes to your birth place chalk white wincing pretty in it
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summer dress your hair's wet and gets into our kisses
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can you tell why my intentions always wind up near misses
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there's a kindness in your smile but my sky plays fatal music
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there's the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished
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in the laze of a barefoot afternoon. what's a boy to do?
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sunday eyes, am i losing you? is the summer really through?
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straps down and overtired if i had a favorite picture
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i'd call it right now, uncertain, braced for your disaster
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summer gown were you sent down to wrestle me to reason
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i'm a thrown fight in your favor i'll do everything but listen to you now
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in the laze of an empty afternoon. it's all happening too soon.
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sunday eyes, am i losing you? say it isn't true.
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in the summer you really know
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that it doesn't feel like the summer so much anymore
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but i keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
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over me over you over me
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summer girl all summer long you know the winter's wrong
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southbound those motel towns can mend most broken mornings
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there's citrus groves where noone knows the fruit of truth from evil
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and a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here
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there's an end but we don't get to choose. we can only lose.
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if i cried a river just for you
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would you swim in it some sunny afternoon?
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in the summer you'll really know
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you're the only summer that i think i'll ever know
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so i'll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
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over me over you over me
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In The Summer's When You Really Know
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| Jets To Brazil |
