| In between the street and the sea, i shoot at someone with my finger pointing
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| like a rifle
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| The iron red season is making the faces hiding in the shadow of buildings peek
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| out
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| Being projected in an NG is the expression of wanting to be touched i drained a
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| cup of sweet cider, and the gate opened
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| Electric summer i remember, becoming the sky disappearing down the street,
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| i want to see you
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| Our fleeting lives flowing out like various stories, a detached dusk
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| All of you giving confessions of faces in a daze, just like summer
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| Shake and untangle the tied hair and its fragrance
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| That high pressure girl is going to keep her promise
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| Electric summer i remember, becoming the sky disappearing down the street,
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| i want to see you
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| Electric summer i will ride on a sea breeze and run away with you,
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| even if i get drowned in the crowd
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| Release the double doors to the summer sky, packing it into the overflowing
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| light blue orgel
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| I play so that i can give the poem you wrote a tune, the rain that begins to
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| fall
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| The whole town is blazing and rumbling, the touch of the sun is stretching out
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| to me
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| I check now to see if it exists forever
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| Electric summer i remember, becoming the sky disappearing down the street,
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| i want to see you
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| Electric summer i remember, before it becomes an eternity
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| Come on, before the summer ends |