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I walked out |
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Onto wet and empty streets |
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With no one around |
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But the nightingale's sweet sound |
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And I thought all about |
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Summer days in June |
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The way you looked at me |
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When I looked at you |
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It's all gone now |
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You're not around |
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I know you'd say it's too cliche |
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For me to write a song about those summer days |
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I still see you |
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Looking up at me |
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The pushing back your hair |
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As you fall asleep |
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You were so |
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Beautiful |
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I know you'd say it's too cliche |
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For me to write a song about those summer days |
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But I can never love the way |
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You look with the sun on your face |
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I still hear your voice saying I'll be home soon |
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And I still feel you like the warmest day in June |
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I know you'd say it's too cliche |
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For me to write a song about those summer days |
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But I can never love the way |
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You look with the sun on your face |
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(Repeat until fade) |
