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Tonight I'm yours, |
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And you are mine, now. |
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But is it love, |
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Or just summertime, now? |
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Ooh, the time is right, |
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Come hold me tight. |
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Let's grab onto the love that we can borrow. |
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And let's not hang each other up, |
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With words that we'll forget about tomorrow. |
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'Cause the things we write in the summer sand, |
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The "I love you"'s and the future plans, |
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Disappear, slip right through your hand, |
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Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand. |
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You got someone, |
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And so do I, now. |
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Our hearts are locked in, |
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So why should we lie, now? |
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Bathe with me in harmony. |
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Let's sing our summer song and sing it sweetly, |
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For we can't stop the autumn wind that blows away, |
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The summer sand completely. |
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Yes, the things we write in the summer sand, |
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The "I love you"'s and the future plans, |
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Disappear, slip right through your hand, |
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Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand. |
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Oh, the time is right, |
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Come hold me tight. |
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Let's grab onto the love that we can borrow. |
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And let's not hang each other up, |
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With words that we'll forget about tomorrow. |
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'Cause the things we write in the summer sands, |
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The "I love you"'s and the future plans, |
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Disappear, slip right through your hand, |
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Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand. |
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Things we write in the summer sands, |
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The "I love you"'s and the future plans, |
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Disappear, slip right through your hand, |
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Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand. |
