| It’s like the first sign of sun
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| So as the universe began
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| We’re all throwin off our clothes just to get the perfect time
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| Tryin to raise our chances of white summer romance
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| Bare feet on the sand with you
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| See the boys next door, I’m gonna be a naturalist
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| Not gym t-shirts, heskle leave er
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| She’s gonna be off the hook
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| But I just wanna lean the northern sky with you
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| Until our lips turn from red to white to blue
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| (Chorus x2)
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| It’s a great British summer
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| I’ll have a great British summer with you
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| (Verse)
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| Fresh cut grass, one to a glass in the Sunday afternoon
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| Sleepin in the sun turns our boxes aren’t just true
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| Pack your ten and vodka crate, you’re out there with more issues
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| I dance in front of the main for you
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| (Chorus x2)
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| I’ll have a great British summer with you
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| (Bridge)
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| I’ll be gone gone gone in August
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| This season is the shortest
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| Oh oh oh my heart is drawn in the sand
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| I’ll be gone gone gone in August
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| This season is the shortest
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| See I wouldn’t choose this with anyone else
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| (Chorus x2)
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| Ooooh Brit Summer!
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| It’s a great British summer
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| I’ll have a great British summer with you |