| I can see the summer shining down upon the car
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| That bathing in the sun
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| Safe inside behind the sunglass windows
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| Eyes are watching as another day of learning is all done
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| In awhile she will be riding upon the yellow painted bus
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| He is letting he go, he knows that he must
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| And his heart is a hammer throat all dried up
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| Always waiting
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| And it’s taking him nowhere the lolita crush
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| 'Til she’s growing
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| Motivated biologically everybody knows that opposites attract
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| Now they’re just a part of nature, naturally
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| One is waiting 'til the other one is turning, looking back
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| And the man of many seasons, with so little left to prove
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| She has broken his pride, the lions in love
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| And his heart is a hammer throat all dried up
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| Always waiting
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| And it’s taking him nowhere the lolita crush
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| 'Til she’s growing |