| Summer deep is in the hills again
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| His lady is a lioness
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| Winds of birds blow through the fields again
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| Invaders from the true worlds
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| A coat of grapes is on my back again
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| I ride upon my zebra
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| Pterodactyl beak hat on my brow
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| The truth is like a stranger
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| Be like you could
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| All my friends say
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| Summer deep is in the hills again
|
| His lady is a lioness
|
| Winds of birds blow through the fields again
|
| Invaders from the true worlds
|
| A coat of grapes is on my back again
|
| I ride upon my zebra
|
| Pterodactyl beak hat on my brow
|
| The truth is like a stranger
|
| Be like you could
|
| All my friends say
|
| Be like you could
|
| All my friends say
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| Be like you could
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| All my friends say |