| Down on the corner there’s a
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| horn playing Summertime
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| As if the melody could
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| cause a change in the sky
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| I hear it loud and cleary
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| when the weatherman speaks
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| Says it go’n keep on raining
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| everyday this week
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| So I dress like it’s summer
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| when it’s fifty degrees
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| And I told you honey I need
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| Sunshine please
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| I can’t escape your violence
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| and I can’t trust the police
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| Skies up above won’t you give me
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| Sunshine please
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| And on the corner a stray bullet is fired
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| and someone’s caught in between
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| And I’m finding it harder and harder
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| to believe in anything
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| But I hear it loud and clearly yeah
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| when the ?? |
| speak
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| It could happen anytime
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| and the next one could be me
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| So I dress like it’s summer
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| When it’s fifty degrees
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| Well I told you honey
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| I need sunshine please
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| I can’t escape your violence
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| and I can’t trust the police
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| Skies up above won’t you give me
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| Sunshine
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| I turned the tomb
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| I can’t read the news
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| And I don’t want to be uninvolved
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| But what am I to do?
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| It might sound crazy to you
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| Clocking the guys like I do
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| Well my ?? |
| condition
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| is making this prison a ?? |
| ??
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| So I dress like it’s summer
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| When it’s fifty degrees
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| And I told you honey I need
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| Sunshine please
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| I can’t escape your violence
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| and I can’t trust the police
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| Skies up above won’t you give me
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| Sunshine please
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| So I dress like it’s summer
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| When it’s fifty degrees
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| Well I told you honey I need
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| Sunshine please
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| I can’t escape your violence
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| and I can’t trust the police
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| Skies up above won’t you give me
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| Sunshine please |