| Summertime came too soon,
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| Summers in kansas often do.
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| And the air was still,
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| I felt the pull.
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| I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way.
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| And I knew I was the first to pass this way.
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| I believe I step across some line,
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| Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
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| Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
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| Never remembers his name.
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| Always feel so alone,
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| Wherever I am I feel the pull,
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| And the life I’ve left behind the pull.
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| And in case I have no future, I’ve got the past
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| There’s no telling just how long this play will last.
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| I believe I step across some line,
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| Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
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| Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
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| Never remembers his name,
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| Never remembers.
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| I’m down, walking through a storm.
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| I hear a voice inside, crying,
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| It calls my name like a judge accusing,
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| Black robe hanging down, whoah,
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| Don’t forget be brave about your love.
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| Well I walk across the murky room,
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| And there’s flashes in my eyes,
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| I don’t know what I’m doin'.
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| Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
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| Never remembers his name.
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| Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
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| Never remembers his name,
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| Never remembers his name,
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| I never remember my name. |