| Well Monday morning out of bed
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| I drag a comb across my head
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| Heard whispers from the avenues
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| Saying «C'mon gal, take a day off school»
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| The things you do when you are young
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| Candy came and turned me on
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| With a Beatles revolution song
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| Had a smoke and shared a joke
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| And said we’d drive down to the coast
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| The things you do when you are young
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| Well we cruised down town in a blue sedan
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| With the top rolled back as the sun beat down
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| And the pretty boys on the promenade
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| Shouted «C'mon girl, cos here we are»
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| Angel
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| It’s the summer of love
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| And I feel on fire
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| In the heavens above yeah
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| My spirit is flying |