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Is the summer time nearly over,
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or has your warm smile turned us cold?
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When dark clouds slip between us
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that's the moment when our love grows, our love grows.
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It's not what I choose to tell you
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it's about what you already know.
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It don't matter which way you push me
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you've got to feel which way I flow.
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Inside my book of autographs,
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I pictured scenes that I could not write.
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If your name was in that book of autographs,
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would you stay with me every night?
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...the songs in my head you write.
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Is the winter time really over,
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or does the soft snow mirror your eyes?
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When I say "don't hurry me over"
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it's because I'm drifting to the edge of time.
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Inside my book of autographs,
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I pictured scenes that I could only describe.
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If your name was in that book of autographs,
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would you stay with me here tonight?
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...the songs in my head you write.
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| Beastie Boys |
