| summer night
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| While we set off through the woods
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| I’m tryna keep away from the lights
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| Of the city for other things in mind
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| So I go on in to rough
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| I let the water take me down
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| Take me down to my old hometown
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| And you were running from your door
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| I see you waiting there round the shore
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| And you say…
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| I couldn’t shake the feeling
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| That you, you’d be coming back home again
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| Yeah I couldn’t shake the feeling
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| That you, you’d be coming back home again
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| Something easy when it’s left unlearned
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| But something easy is never something earned
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| Certificates and citations
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| and registrations
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| Waiting their turn to be burned
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| No cash, it ain’t trash my friend
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| But it will be, you know it will be in the end
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| I took a walk on down to the river
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| I watched the muddy water and shivered
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| Then I thought about, thought about just diving in
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| Yeah I couldn’t shake the feeling
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| That you, you’d be coming back home again
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| Yeah I couldn’t shake the feeling
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| That you, you’d be coming back home again
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| You’d be coming back home again |