| Some can see it’s poetry
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| Come as you are in your broken car
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| The company
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| Carousel is wishing well
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| As a wonder night that spoke delight
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| To the company
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Broken dream, just a token scheme
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| Silver man with a telegram
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| For the company
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| Scalding blue, come talk to you
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| Search the cave for the grave
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| Of the company
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now
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| Can you hear the summer calling you
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| Can you hear him call you now |