(Piltch/Lang)
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Early morning mid-july
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Anticipation's making me high
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The smell of sunday in our hair...
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You ran on the beach with kennedy flair
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Sweet, sweet burn
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Of sun and summer wind
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And you my friend
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My new fun thing
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My summerfling
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Laugh...oh how we would laugh
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At anything
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And so pretend
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Forsake the logic
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Of perfect plans...
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A perfect moment
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Slipped through our hands
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Sweet, sweet burn
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Of sun and summer wind
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And you my friend
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My new fun thing
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My summerfling
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Strange...
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The wind can change so quickly
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Without a word of warning
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Rearrange our lives
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Until they're torn in two
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Summer Fling
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| K.D. Lang |
