| Slow days of Summer, in this old town,
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| Sun goes across the sky, sometimes a car goes by,
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| There’s one right now, looks like a Chevy, your Chevy’s blue,
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| This Chevy’s white and brown. |
| it isn’t slowing down guess it’s not you,
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| You said you’d be here, Sunday or so,
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| Maybe by Saturday, if you could get away
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| You didn’t know,
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| I love you darling, waiting alone,
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| Waiting for you to show, wishing you would call me
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| Though I don’t have a phone,
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| Visions of love appear, lovely and true,
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| All of my life I see passing beautifully, waiting for you,
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| Waiting for love to come, always alive,
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| Birds sing with angel tongues, small stones like diamonds,
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| All down the drive
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| Around the corner an old dog appears, sits in the summer sun,
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| Waiting for love to come, wish you were here, wish you were here,.
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| oooOoooo, |