| Monday morning — the streets are black with rain
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| Under a skylight hovers sad and grey
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| Tuesday waits down the endless dreary lane
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| And every day is like the other day
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| I am blue and I long for your caress
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| Oh… your breasts are like swallows a-nestling
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| You’re the summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you
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| Summer rains flow in you, summer sings low in you
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| You are summer, you never tell me no
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| Summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you
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| Summer, you never tell me no
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| Times are stale and the days are long and slow
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| There is no song can make me laugh and sing
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| Half past four, I pack up and home I go
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| Home to the void and fear the evenings bring
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| I am blue and I long for your caress
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| Oh… your breasts are like swallows anestling
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| You’re the summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you
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| Summer rains flow in you, summer sings low in you
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| You are summer, you never tell me no
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| Summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you
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| Summer, you never tell me no
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| I am blue and I long for your caress
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| Oh… your breasts are like swallows anestling
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| You’re the summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you
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| Summer rains flow in you, summer sings low in you
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| You are summer, you never tell me no
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| You are summer, you never tell me no |