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Seven in the morning |
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Sunlight on the ceiling tells the time to wake up |
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But we're already soaring |
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Through the morning routine, routine |
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And I'll get away with memories of you |
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Get away with memories of you |
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Eleven in the morning |
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Pause to taste the air and watch the trees sway slowly |
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Smoke is rises higher |
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Pain feels burning fire, fire |
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Just around the corner |
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And I wonder |
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Will we ever get back to the summer |
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Like all the ones we had when we were younger |
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I know if we keep driving then we'll get there |
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Back to friends were summer never ends |
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Never ends |
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Seven in the evening |
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We light the fire with our friends and swim under the stars |
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Work comes in the morning |
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But you know we don't care, don't care |
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Life's never been so perfect |
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And I wonder |
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Will we ever get back to the summer |
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Like all the ones we had when we were younger |
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I wonder will, will we ever get back |
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Get back to everything we love |
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And I wonder |
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Will we ever get back to the summer |
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Like all the ones we had when we were younger |
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I wonder will, will we ever get back |
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Get back to everything we love |
