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Before This Summer Ends
You make it so hard to sleep You make it so easy to dreamThere I go againA walking contradiction, as you saySo here I am on the edge of fifteenA ...
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Dead Summer
Verse 1I don’t know if you’ve noticedBut there’s not a lot of colourAround this time of year.And maybe it’s these grey skiesOr maybe it’s townBut there doesn’t seem to be ...