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Summertime, summertime brought me back to thinking you were mine all those times. |
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We laid it down and left it all behind, we were blind. |
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Oh, the summertime. |
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We could ride, we could ride. |
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Take my hand and watch the world go by. |
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Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly. |
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Oh, the summertime. |
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Go on ahead and let it fade away. |
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No looking back you know the past will stay. |
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It's you and me, we could get out of here. |
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Jump in and go and we could drive for years. |
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We could feel alive... |
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Here we are, here we are, |
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windows down we see a shooting star. |
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Stop the car. |
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Waiting for nothing but our beating hearts, going far. |
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Oh, the summertime. |
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So feel the air, feel the air, |
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take the map and point to anywhere. |
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I don't care. Fingers through your hair, |
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the sky I've seen is blue and green. |
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Oh, the summertime. |
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Driving away, leaving it all behind. |
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Driving away, just driving away. |
