| 7:00 am on Circle Street
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| Sprinklers ring out a symphony
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| All the kings and pawns off to work for their perfect lawns
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| But me, I’m still dreaming of Sandy
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| Maybe I’ll spin out to her side of town
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| Or maybe bum a ride with Bunny when his parents aren’t around
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| Try in vein you may
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| You know we are the same
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| And when you call me name
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| Rebels we become
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| In tracks where lions run
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| Red beneath the raging sun
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| Like wildfires we burn relentlessly
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| The mexicanos stare us down
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| Dogs are barking on Sandy’s side of town
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| I keep it cool all the way to her front porch
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| Her brother growls behind a hangover
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| And I can smell her hair already, yeah
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| The summer started when our feet crossed the open door
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| We are the singers of the songs
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| The weakest are the strong
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| Nothing is right, but nothings wrong
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| Heroes we become
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| In tracks where lions run
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| Red beneath the raging sun
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| Like wildfires we burn relentlessly
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| Our faith is small but it is strong
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| Enough to carry on
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| Though we are poor we shall not want
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| Rebels we become
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| In tracks where young lions run
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| Red beneath the raging sun
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| Like wildfires we burn, we burn
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| Heroes we become
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| Where saints and sinners are one
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| Red the raging sun
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| Like sons of earth we yearn, we yearn
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| Like kings of men we learn, we learn
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| Like wildfires we burn relentlessly
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| Relentlessly |