| This is joy, this is summer
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| Keep alive, stay alive
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| Got your metal on (Ooh), we’re alone
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| Making sweet love, takin' time
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| 'Til God strikes us
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| That’s a pretty fucking fast year flew by
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| That’s a pretty long third gear in this car
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| Glidin' on the five
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| The deer run across, kill the headlights
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| Pretty fucking, underneath moonlight now
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| Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight
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| In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams
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| Solstice ain’t as far as it used to be
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| It begins to blur, we get older (Blur!)
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| Summer’s not as long as it used to be
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| Everyday counts like crazy (Smoke, haze)
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| Wanna get soaked?
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| Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?
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| We smell of Californication
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| Strike a pose
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| Everything grows in the Congo
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| Everything grows
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| Can you come when I call again?
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| On comes the evening, gold seeking ends
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| Piece in my hand worth twice than a friend
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| And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
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| Because I’m stronger and the Congo is dim (smoke)
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| In comes the morning (smoke)
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| In comes the morning (haze) |