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Down the garden path |
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Windy Sunday afternoon |
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Hidden by the trees |
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We go to wait there for the moon |
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Down the garden path we go |
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Oh our days are simple |
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And the minutes seem like hours |
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Innocence is not yet lost |
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Yet lost among the flowers |
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Down the garden path we go |
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The sun is on fire |
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I'm watching it burn |
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The world is on fire |
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I'm watching it turn |
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As the sun goes down |
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We awaken from our sleep |
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Everything must come to an end |
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And so must this mid-summer's dream |
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Down the garden path we go |
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The sun is on fire |
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I'm watching it burn |
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The world is on fire |
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I'm watching it turn |
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Always had a place where we could hide |
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Never had to answer to the world outside |
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Summer came around and my walls came down |
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Summer didn't last and I'm all cried out |
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Never gonna love like that again |
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Never loved a boy like I loved you then |