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military bliss |
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shamens in your shoes |
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dollar tambourines |
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fall in the stream blue and green |
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turn the summer over |
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let me feel too much |
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then all that energy could not guarantee |
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hawking talking rust |
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kicking up the dust |
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goldrush is the air |
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spilling everywhere hidden virtue |
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turn the summer over |
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let me feel too much |
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then all that energy could not guarantee |
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take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song |
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carry on |
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military bliss never knew someone |
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shavings in the food who won't know who you are |
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dollar tambourines driving in my car |
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you fall in the stream in too deep fantasies finding their fusions |
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turn the summer over turn the summer over |
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let me feel too much let me feel too much |
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then all that energy could not guarantee then all that energy could not shake the freeze |
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take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song |
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carry on |
