(Rosanne Cash)
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That was the summer that followed the spring
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The sad anniversary of a thousand old things
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I was letting them go
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The words of Collette and a strange new perfume
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The drenching my senses and filling the room
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The heat from my body is the light in our eyes
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Word is surrender and then we can fly
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We were letting it go
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We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives
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The hours taken are all that we'll get
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For five or six hours in the month of July
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The summer I read Collette
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The time were align and we learnt how to crawl
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The bones were prison and memory of old
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A word from the past I feel nothing at all
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And now I'm letting it go
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It's more than survival the lesson I have learnt
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When I found salvation quite a surprise
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That was the summer that followed the spring
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A new way of feeling a million and one things
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We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives
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The hours taken are all that we'll get
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For five or six hours in the month of July
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The summer I read Collette
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I found Paris a hundred years late
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Calling it sleeping in (.......)
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My ear to the stone I can hear her sing (.......)
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I sold my silver to get myself there
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To a room with a candle up three flights of stairs
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That was the summer I let it all go
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Filling my body with my heart and soul
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We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives
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I was taking all I can get
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For five or six hours in the month of July
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The summer I read Collette
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The Summer I Read Collette
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| Rosanne Cash |
