| look miles davis, i’ve been swayed by the cool.
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| there’s just something about the summertime.
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| there’s just something about the moon.
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| so i’ll lay a kiss on this stone,
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| toss it upside your window, by the roof.
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| before you change your mind, miles, bring in the cool.
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| now honey, put on your red dress.
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| and you diamond soul shoes.
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| climb on down from that window.
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| climb on out of your room.
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| cause i’ve never had a good thing
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| and i’ve always had the blues.
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| i always heard that you always kind of wandered, miles, strike up the cool.
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| don’t wait too long to come home.
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| my have the years of our youth passed on.
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| don’t wait too long to come home.
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| i’ll leave the front light on.
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| the night is our own, come home.
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| poor mister pitiful, i can’t turn you loose.
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| you move like a dream i had,
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| woke up sweating in my room.
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| your mama’s got plans, your daddy’s aim is true.
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| she never understood that it ain’t no good.
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| pa |