| Relax and stand in the warmth of the sand
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| The day is long
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| And here for us to take for granted
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| We find ourselves to our knees
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| Water clear, a tender breeze upon our faces
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| As we bask in our good graces
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| Yeah, we all are golden here
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| And summer, and summer
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| Where night belongs to lust and lovers
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| And summer, and summer
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| And I am here to win you over
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| You will be mine this year. |
| (this year that’s right this is the one this year,
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| this year)
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| The sun is set and the moon is high
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| The night is long and here for you and I to capture (it's for us)
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| And flood ourselves to the gills with icey drinks
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| With bolstering wills and we are braver for the moment
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| Yeah, we all are golden here
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| And summer, and summer
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| Where all the girls bare olive shoulders
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| And summer, and summer
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| And I am here to win you over
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| You will be mine this year. |
| (this year)
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| The courtyard where the garden stands
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| Behind the beach, in crystal and sands, we shed our clothes
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| And felt romantic, tinted by the moon fantastic
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| Bright and warm, and hours alone absolve us of the sins we own
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| And from one year into another I think of you when I feel summer
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| And summer, and summer, where all the girls bear olive shoulders
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| And summer, and summer, where all you hope for is another
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| And summer, and summer, where night belongs to lust and lovers
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| And summer, and summer, and I am here to win you over
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| You will be mine this year. |
| (This year) |