| A long winter, a late summer
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| With nothing to do
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| You should’ve seen me, you should’ve seen her
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| You should’ve seen us two
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| The first sighting of real lightning
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| On the horizon line
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| We moved close, we moved closer
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| ‘Til it was closing time
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| It started raining, it started pouring
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| She said «Let's have us some fun»
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| Sometimes we roll, sometimes we run
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| To our place in the sun
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| In the dark, in the darkness
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| She could read my lips
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| She had my heart, I felt heartless
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| With my hands on her hips
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| I got cold, I got colder
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| I couldn’t tell anyone
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| Sometimes we roll, sometimes we run
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| From our place in the sun
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| The ninth inning, record spinning
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| I’m 33 and a third
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| Sidetracking, we kept skipping
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| Into places unheard
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| We tied our laces, we stole the bases
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| We got some air in our lungs
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| Singing, «Sometimes we roll, sometimes we run
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| To our place in the sun» |