The summer sends its love to you,
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the same as every year.
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Across my floor I leave a shadow twenty-five feet long.
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The farther down, the less specific I become.
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And so with you, the country miles overcast our love.
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Oh mountain range, your hills are hard to overcome.
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Oooo Oooo Oooo.
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The summer sends its love to you,
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the same as every year.
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But this year I will send mine too,
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and wish that you were here.
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The central coast is not the same now
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the same without you here,
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And late night calls
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are only daylight souvenirs.
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And think of me tonight
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when everyone leaves and you're alone,
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Think of me tonight,
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I'm counting the days until you come home.
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The summer sends its love to you,
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the same as every year.
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But this year I will send mine too,
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and wish that you were here.
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The summer sends its love to you,
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the same as every year.
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But this year I will send mine too,
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and wish that you were here.
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The Summer Sends Its Love
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Sherwood |