| Don’t be quiet,
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| Fools wait patiently
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| Stay unattached,
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| Young man be cruel
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| Cause if all the night brings on dangerous things
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| Go find your playthings 'round the pool
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| Summer is here
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| It’s never forlone till your days will disappear (so forget it)
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| It’s not in her heart at last,
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| It’s not in her heart at last,
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| Shallow water and lips up against your legs
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| If it’s cold inside it’s only for awhile
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| She’ll say come on let’s swim again,
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| When never to me, if she spots another friend (well…)
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| Then why should I care?
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| If nothing between us is round any ordinaire (cause there’s plenty more)
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| It’s not in her heart at last,
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| It’s not in her heart at last,
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| And once in a while
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| You ask me what’s left in a name
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| Now it’s easier to just explain
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| Than remind:
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| No we’re not
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| and never will
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| It’s not in her heart at last,
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| It’s not in her heart at last,
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| It’s not in her heart at last (there's nothing to say it’s not yours to decide),
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| It’s not in her heart at last (there's nothing to say it’s not yours to decide) |