(Difford/Tilbrook)
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Brain engages mouth
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Mouth expresses thoughts
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Of how we shared those fun fair rides
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Beneath the darkness of the night
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Time can crowd the head
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Like a sardine can
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The summer that began to blur
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Has put us on the calendar
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This summer there won¡¯t be a cloud in the sky
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I¡¯m so made up I feel I could take off and fly
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This summer we¡¯ve pulled all the sheets off the bed
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I¡¯m so happy I can¡¯t get you out of my head
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This summer I am so in love with you
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Mornings pass us by
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As curtains hide the sun
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Nights we spent out of control
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Like two flags wrapped around a pole
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I see the helter skelter lights
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And hear the music in the breeze
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And when we¡¯re skimming stones tonight
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It feels so good that you¡¯re with me
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This summer there won¡¯t be a cloud in the sky
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I¡¯m so made up I feel I could take off and fly
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This summer we¡¯ve pulled all the sheets off the bed
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I¡¯m so happy I can¡¯t get you out of my head
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There¡¯s no reason to ever feel lonely again
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This summer I am so in love with you
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This Summer
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Squeeze |