Month in the summer,
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Dedicated to you,
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And I go by the name of Sway,
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Da Sypha Productions,
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You know how we do it,
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2005 we're normal,
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Shinobi on the electrics,
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Bomb Squad we're normal, 2005,
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And tell dem bois to stop bittin? You heard,
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[Verse 1:]
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I wish I had a magic wand so I could make you mine
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And I wish I had the patience to say you can take your time,
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But I'm walking round your mind because I dunno where I stand, and I'm a very busy guy I feel like I'm wasting time,
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And my art is like an aura it's draws me, towards yah... applause phwoa,
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You inspired the track who said you haven't got talent, take a bow now your a co-authhh-or,
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You're somebody's daughter and I'm somebody's son,
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Could be somebody's daddy and somebody's mum,
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This is a special song for you so let your grin sing along it,
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If you want me in your heart I'll be there quicker than sonic, init,
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There's something very deep about you that I like,
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How can I push the right buttons when I can't put my finger on it?
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I wish I was a million trillionaire, I'd put so many rings on your finger they'd say your hand was polyphonic
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[Chorus:]
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Everything I'm saying now's straight from the 'H' and even if the skies were grey u could make me feel great,
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And I can make you feel the same if you give me your number because you remind me of a month in the summer...
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(Darling, this song is dedicated to you)
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I can make you feel the same of you give me your number because you remind me of a month in the summer
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[Verse 2:]
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Hey daughter, close your eyes let's take a walker,
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I got sumut to tell you, I got a lot to talk,
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I'm looking for a reason why we couldn't be together,
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Freezing, cold, warmer, warmer, oohh I see...
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I might not be what you want,
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In the eye of the beholder you see what you want,
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I know that coffee ain't everybody's cuppa tea,
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But I'm a man of confidence that doesn't discourage me,
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God made me what I am, and that's what I'm gunna be,
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The same god that knows I wanna be, with you,
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I'm looking for the realest thing, I ain't into getting slappers on there knee's,
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Tryna give me, like a guillotine,
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I wanna sneak into your sleep and see the man of your dreams,
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Knock on your door next day dressed exactly like him,
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Kiss just like him, caress just like him,
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Confuse you so much you start thinking that I'm him,
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I wish that you fancied me the way I fancy you,
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I'd introduce you to my faithful fans and make them fancy you,
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Fancy me picking you up and taking you to a saloon,
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Walking out a hour later with your new fancy do,
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We can write a story with a beautiful ending,
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But we can't write a story if we don't have a start, init,
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I know it sounds dark, but I wish,
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Who evers got your heart would turn crazy and rip it apart,
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That's when I would walk by and pick up the pieces,
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Excuse me beautiful, ey, do u need this,
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Put it back together (again), put a rap together (again),
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Promise you you'll never go through this ever again,
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[Chorus]
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April, May June, Juli, August, 'Tember, all the months in the summer, I don't care if it's grim
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Tell them boys to stop bittin; you know how we do,
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Sweet, 2005 we're normal, 2006 we're natural
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Month In Summer
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| Sway |
