| Pacing gently summer wind
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| The king stares softly to the sky
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| Will he ever see his home again?
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| Deep from his heart, he starts to cry
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| As his songs hit the air, and young hearts are awake
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| Soon they join in the chorus, sharing all his ache
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| There’s a lifetime out there somewhere. |
| somewhere in the dark
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| The summer’s on the lions' song
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| Sung from Cleveland Park
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| And the high school kids ignore it, and they have their own tunes
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| They’re just showing off the speakers in their ride
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| And I know what I’m sayin'…I grew up too soon
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| And youth goes hand-in-hand with foolish pride…
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| As their songs hit the air, and young hearts start to break
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| The lions join in the chorus, sharing all their ache.
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| There’s a lifetime out there somewhere, somewhere in the dark
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| The summer’s on the lions' song
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| Sung from Cleveland Park
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| In Cleveland Park, trees breathe a sigh of all the summers gone
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| Skeletons in wintertime sing the lions' song…
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| There’s a lifetime out there somewhere, and somewhere in the dark
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| The summer’s on the lions' song
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| Sung from Cleveland Park
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| Well, summer’s on the lions' song
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| Sung from Cleveland Park. |
| :) |