| Downtown in the shade
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| Staring at the sunshine in my face
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| Telling me to come and hide, come and play
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| I’m telling you the sun never goes away
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| And all I do is talk, talk, talk away
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| I’m talking my life away
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| I’m staring at the sun again
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| Till everything’s fading
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| It’s like a swollen summer
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| What if I’m getting dumber?
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| What if I’m just in denial?
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| What if they come and cop my style?
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| Downtown in the clear
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| All I know is nothing ever changes here
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| And I know there’s no excuse and no defense
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| But my summertime never ends
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| And all I do is talk, talk, talk away
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| I’m laughing my life away
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| I’m staring at the sun again
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| Till everything’s fading
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| It’s like a swollen summer
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| What if I’m getting dumber?
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| What if I’m just in denial?
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| What if they come and cop my style?
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| It’s like a swollen summer
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| What if I’m getting dumber?
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| What if I’m just in denial?
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| What if they come and cop my style?
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| Swollen summer
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| Swollen summer
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| Swollen summer
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| Swollen summer |