Think back to your first summer
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When you were going out of town with your mom and dad
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And this lake under the blue sky
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It was June, and cherries were on the tree
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You were pure, pure as a mountain spring
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Your hot heart was beating so evenly
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Very even, smiling face
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You saw Christ in people, your pure soul
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You loved so much in life
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You haven't thought about anything other than being here in your life
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All the sights and sounds were magical, different
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Such an innocent life
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A little creature that loves to live, loves to live
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You wanted nothing more
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This text is simple, like your childhood, you know?
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And what complicates life? |
Sin
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Hey, you bastard, stop or I'm shooting!
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Hello, I'm calling all units
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He ran behind the blocks, let's split up
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They couldn't escape the police car like that
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catch up with him
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Catch up because she has a hidden weapon and supposedly coke in her backpack
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He threw the bag with pills on the lawn
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It's definitely him. |
Him! |
Him! |
Him!
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They run after you and they follow you
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And they know they can catch you outside school
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Foot by foot you run away too slowly
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And you will pay dearly when they catch you with a bag and a gun |
And you run. |
And you run
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And you're losing your strength and you don't know where you'll end up
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Right and left and along the road, along the sidewalk, it's a run for life
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You turn behind the corner. |
Stop!
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Do you remember the first walk with her
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You walked so slow, slow and long
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You dreamed of kissing this girl on the cheek
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Heh, but you didn't bring it up
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First training in the club, new buddies
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You played football, basketball, volleyball
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Grandpa infected you with sport, for good
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You were fishing with him in the evening by the lake
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Grandma taught you how to pray
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She taught good manners, you weeded flower beds with her
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Every Sunday in the church you folded your hands
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For prayer, then you went to your family
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You read the comics, you watched the movies
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And you drew beautiful colorful illustrations of your visions
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Beautiful life, pure life, miracle
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And then came the sin that troubled them for a long time
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Hey, stop, I'm going to be forced to use a gun
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I have no shortage of cartridges, are you not afraid that I will shoot?
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You turn, pass the garages and keep running
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You run amok, you don't hear voices anymore
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Ready for anything, you are looking for a shelter |
You run up to the stairs, stop!
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It's no use, you run into the cage
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The cop caught you. |
They keep following you
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And you scream on the cage because you panicked
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You run upstairs, wrestle with the hatch
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You open it and stand on the roof
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Three police cars have already entered the cage
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You feel surrounded and you don't know what to do next
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And suddenly you get a bullet in your forearm
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You fall to the ground and you see all your…
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Life. |
You see your whole life
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One day you will stand alone at the crossroads
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Your hair is gray, your face is full of wrinkles
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You will look into the past and you will want to turn back time
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It may be too late already so many wasted years
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Life passes so quickly, we don't even know when
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First we became life, then we will stand at death
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We were kids first, we're about to grow old
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God, forgive us our sins, we don't understand anything
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We are all children, children of God
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We just forgot what it means to love Him
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Jesus? |
Turn to Him in this hot summer
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You know, 2000 years have been waiting for this
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It's like summer 2000, it's like summer 2001, it's like summer 2002
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And so for 2000 years |