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I want to see the blue sky |
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I want to feel the breeze |
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I want to hear the summer wind |
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Singing in the trees |
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I want to touch forever |
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And drift into its soul |
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Put my troubles in my right hand |
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Hold them up |
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And let them go! |
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Sweet summer day |
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Talking about a sweet summer day |
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Take your troubles and let them fly away |
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I'm talking about a sweet summer day |
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So much time is wasted, pulling the line |
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For sure you are running faster |
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But you're only running blind |
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I want to touch forever |
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I want to really know |
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Put my troubles in my right hand |
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Hold them up and let them go |
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Sweet summer day |
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I'm talking about a sweet summer day |
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Take your troubles and let them drift away |
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Talking about a sweet summer day |