| Early morning mid july
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| Anticipation’s making me high
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| The smell of sunday in our hair
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| We ran on the beach with kennedy flair
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| Sweet sweet burn of sun and summer wind
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| And u my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
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| Laugh oh how we would laugh at anything
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| And so pretend a neverending summer fling
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| This uncommon kinda breeze
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| Did with our hearts whatever it pleased
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| Forsake the logic of perfect plans
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| A perfect moment slipped thru our hands
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| Sweet sweet burn of sun and summer wind
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| And u my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
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| Laugh oh how we would laugh at anything
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| And so pretend a neverending summer fling
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| Strange the wind can change so quickly without a word of warning
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| Rearrange our lives until they’re torn in two
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| Sweet sweet burn of sun and summer wind
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| And u my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
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| Laugh oh how we would laugh at anything
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| And so pretend a neverending summer fling |