(Summer...)
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Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets
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Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks
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And a voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired"
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My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire
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Soak my head in the sink for a while
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Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
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My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
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You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
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You slide down your stairs to the heated street
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And the sun has left us with slippery feet
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And I want to walk around with you
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And I want to walk around with you
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And be here with you, we're going.
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(I'm not sure where...
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I'm not sure where, but I have seen you today)
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It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
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Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal
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I point in the windows, you point out the parks
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Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
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We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
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Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
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Walking around in our summertime clothes
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Nowhere to go when our bodies glow
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And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues
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With purple yarn you'll be sleeping soon
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And I want to walk around with you
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And I want to walk around with you
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When the sun goes down, we'll go out again.
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Don't cool off, I like your warmth.
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Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
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It's easy to sleep when it whets my brain
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It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
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Kissing the wind through my window screen
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The restlessness calls, says that I cannot hide
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So much on my mind that it spills outside
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Do you want to go stroll down the financial street?
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Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
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And there's no one pushing for a place
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Let's meander at an easy pace
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And I want to walk around with you
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And I want to walk around with you
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I want to walk around with you
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Just you, just you, just you.
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Summertime Clothes
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Animal Collective |