| Well, I don’t mean to push
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| The streets are rolled in dust
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| But you’re waiting there for me
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| What’s inside of us
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| That reaches out to touch
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| And always come up empty?
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| The doorway casts shadows on your skin
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| You crack your knuckles and you roll to win
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| You tie your laces tight and you begin to run and run and run
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| Hey summer
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| You won’t be the one to give in
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| Hey summer
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| Fighting as your city’s sinking
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| Hey lover
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| You don’t have to sleep alone
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| No you don’t
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| So mysterious
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| An isolationist
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| But you’re calling out to me
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| I’ll stand against your tide
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| I’ll let you seek and hide
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| I’ll wait so patiently
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| Draw a map of where you want to go
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| I’ll be the X on a desert road
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| The days are hot and the nights are cold
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| Just run and run and run
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| Hey summer
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| You won’t be the one to give in
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| Hey summer
|
| Fighting as your city’s sinking
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| Hey lover
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| You don’t have to sleep alone
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| No you don’t
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| Give me a sign
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| Give me the chance
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| To belong to you
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| Give me a sign
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| Give me the chance
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| To belong to you
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| Hey summer
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| You won’t be the one to give in
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| Hey summer
|
| Fighting as your city’s sinking
|
| Hey lover
|
| You don’t have to sleep alone
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| No you don’t
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| Hey summer
|
| You won’t be the one to give in
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| Hey summer
|
| Fighting as your city’s sinking
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| Hey lover
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| You don’t have to sleep alone
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| No you don’t |