| So much simple summer strives to convince us of its pride
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| To unite all the locals and the details of a ride
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| Through a pastiche of painless principles and repeated distant-heart designs
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| Your resilience is your special way to share with me your time
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| The spareness of monotony and ease will over time
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| Give us a new energy like Miles, but satisfied
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| So lose that heady pandering to the over-educated sublime
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| Because your patience is a simple way to share with me your time
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| Part of this familiar is the halo of the strange
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| Part of all the fuck-ups is the will to make a change
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| Part of this whole routine is your shoulders gentle play
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| That coaxes this old body into the current of every day
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| It’s me again, talking about some other kind of love
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| It’s me again, reaching down to touch you from above
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| Won’t you just tell me when I can take my place back in your mind
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| Your patience is a simple way to share with me your time
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| It’s me again, talking about some other kind of love
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| It’s me again, reaching down to touch you from above
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| Won’t you just tell me when I can take my place back in your mind
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| Your patience is a simple way |