Mercury is rising still
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Turn the fan on high
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I won't step on my own shadow
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No one wants to cry.
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Someone put a pox on me
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I spit in their eyes
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Summer turns to high.
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Lift my bed sheet keep in sandles
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Circle search and there are candles
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Summer's here but night is raising hopes and dragonflies
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If those hopes are overshadowed
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cotton-candy, caramel-wafer.
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Summer turns to high
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Summer turns to high
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Summer turns to high
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Summer high
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After wine and nectarines the fireflies in turn
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Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet resign
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I won't fight for what can't happen
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I'm preoccupied
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Summer turns to high
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Summer turns to high
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Summer turns to high
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Summer high.
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Summer Turns To High
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| R.E.M. |
