| June
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| Came upon us much too soon
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| Then was gone
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| Gone
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| Like the mountains of the moon
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| At dawn
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| Then the sun came up on a sleepy day
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| And never went down at night
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| And the crowd kept on singin' Waste Away
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| But it just didn’t feel right
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| And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
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| Couldn’t get our guitars in tune
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| And I knew it was over when the sound man said
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| «I wish we were still in June»
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| June
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| Telephones in private rooms
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| Hot bath
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| Bathe
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| In the smell of the buzz' perfume
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| Man, I want to go back
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| And I knew
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| It couldn’t be true
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| It wasn’t free
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| It wasn’t for me
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| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah etc
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| June
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| Came upon us much too soon
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| Then was gone
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| And we knew
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| It couldn’t be true |