| Calling out for the summer
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| Demons flooded with light
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| Breaking up to the sound of birds
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| Singing now songs I can’t describe
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| As the music begins
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| And the sky looks bright
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| And our spirits run free
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| Tonight
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| It’s funny how things can turn out right
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| Sometimes when you let it go
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| Music you like on the radio
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| Plays out like you used to know
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| God knows, it feels like a while
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| Seasons are going fast 'cause I’m getting old
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| So long summertime
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| We swam across to an island
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| But there’s an easy way back
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| We felt the sun on our shoulders
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| Warmed in our bones, now we’re aching from the cold
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| As the music begins
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| And the sky looks bright
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| And our spirits run free
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| Tonight
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| It’s funny how things can turn out right
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| Sometimes when you let it go
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| Music you like on the radio
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| Plays out like you used to know
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| God knows, it feels like a while
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| Seasons are going fast 'cause I’m getting old
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| So long summertime
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| Don’t let go, let go of
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| Let’s dive into the ocean one more time
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| Don’t let go, let go of
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| This time
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| It’s funny how things can turn out right
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| Sometimes when you let it go
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| Music you like on the radio
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| Plays out like you used to know
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| Summertime, it’s been a while
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| And I don’t wanna see you go
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| Another year passes by
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| Good times come and go
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| Summertime, it’s been a while
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| I’m sorry, hate to see you go
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| Seasons are going fast 'cause I’m getting old
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| So long summertime |