| Thought that in July that we could buy
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| The months of May
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| And the time for the lines
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| I couldn’t make
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| Sun sea and spray is where you lay
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| So peacefully
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| Like a stone
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| Sown by land and sea
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| Red from red to brown
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| From brown to gold
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| And out of view
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| Still the sun is beating down
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| Beating down onto your body
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| Like the sun rose out the dew
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| Ah, if we ever meet again, I won’t be sorry
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| Won’t even worry, won’t even care
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| Just as long as you can make it out
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| You’ll be there, oh that’s right
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| Red from red to brown
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| From brown to gold
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| And out of view
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| Till the sun is beating down
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| Beating down onto your body
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| Like I know some rose out you
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| Wah, if we ever meet again, I know I won’t be sorry
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| Won’t even worry, won’t even care
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| Just as long as you can show me the one thing
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| Come on girl, make it out, why won’t you be there
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| 'Cause you’re the one I love
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| You’re the one I love
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| You’re the one I love
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| You’re the one I love |