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Born again to longer days, once more wishful eyes awake |
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Nightly schemes in sunburnt shell, just one kiss' my southern belle |
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As these summer storm abound, carries minds from one-trick towns |
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what you want will never be what you have |
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Somewhere, waiting for my love, someone, where I'll go |
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A postcard with her lips enclosed, I'll taste them and lose control |
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And in my heart she stayed a while, though better men have failed |
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I tried to cross the great divide found between her heart and mine |
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Swim with me, you fantasy, you are the hardest thing to follow |
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If losing you means losing me, I guess this night'll last forever |
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Hear my southern belle chime 'No surrender' summer's child |