| As the summer came and left with the rain
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| Pushing shadows down the road
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| In this old beach town when the sun goes down
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| All the gray turns into gold
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| Got no plans just a feeling
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| I’m no architect at all
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| There’s a fan on the ceiling
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| And a telephone that you should call
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| Are you home tonight?
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| Are you laying in bed watching black and white movies?
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| All alone tonight
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| Do you ever rewind to the summer you knew me?
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| Black and white movies
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| You were out at dawn with a wetsuit on
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| That’s the picture in my mind
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| Now the waves still crash on the bonfire ash
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| That the tourists leave behind
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| Waves of sound, waves of static
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| Through the windows in my room
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| And the seeds that you planted
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| In a coffee cup that never bloomed
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| Are you home tonight?
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| Are you laying in bed watching black and white movies?
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| All alone tonight
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| Do you ever rewind to the summer you knew me?
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| Black and white movies
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| Black and white movies
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| Are you home tonight?
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| Are you home tonight?
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| Are you home tonight?
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| Are you laying in bed watching black and white movies?
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| All alone tonight
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| Do you ever rewind to the summer you knew me?
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| Are you home?
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| Are you laying in bed watching black and white movies?
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| All alone tonight
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| Do you ever rewind to the summer you knew me?
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| Black and white movies
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| Watching black and white movies
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| Are you home tonight?
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| Are you home tonight? |