| It’s temporary I’m sure
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| It’s temporary I’m sure
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| But it’s not beautiful at all
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| When we stand up and fall
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| So if you hear the phone not ringing
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| That’s just me not calling for another episode
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| And so the story goes
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| And we’ll have summer springs
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| Weekend kings
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| Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings
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| And love
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| Is temporary
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| And we’ll midnight flings
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| And pendulum swings
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| We could put it down as just one of those things
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| 'Cause love
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| Is temporary
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| (It's temporary)
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| It’s temporary
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| (I'm sure)
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| I may be right here but I’m not even close, I
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| I’m quick on the uptake but slow on approach, and
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| You’ll be elsewhere so I don’t suppose
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| Just wanna stand we could superimpose
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| Angels and devils in glistening robes
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| But is there any reason why
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| You don’t want me to climb up so very high
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| Upon a pedestal, I’m doomed to fall down on my knees
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| And we’ll have summer springs
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| Weekend kings
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| Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings
|
| And love
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| Is temporary
|
| And we’ll midnight flings
|
| And pendulum swings
|
| We could put it down as just one of those things
|
| 'Cause love
|
| Is temporary
|
| And we’ll have summer springs
|
| Weekend kings
|
| Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings
|
| And love
|
| Is temporary
|
| And we’ll midnight flings
|
| And pendulum swings
|
| We could put it down as just one of those things
|
| 'Cause love
|
| Is temporary
|
| And we’ll have summer springs
|
| Weekend kings
|
| Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings
|
| And love
|
| Is temporary
|
| And we’ll midnight flings
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| And pendulum swings
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| We could put it down as just one of those things
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| 'Cause love
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| Is temporary
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| Colored rain jacket
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| Calling madly infatuated
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| Wings are my hills and still I’m feeling isolated
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| All disappear let’s up and exaggerated |