| Will you hold my hand and walk with me
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| In the summer evening’s laughter
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| In the shadow of the graveyard wall
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| Where we dreamt our world cup dreams
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| In this solemn moment’s glowing fire
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| When the children’s' eyes lie sleeping
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| Our hearts ablaze with promise
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| In the evening’s amber light
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| And close your eyes and tell me
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| If you think the feeling’s real
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| 'Cos it’s summer now
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| Winter’s just A dream
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| And we’ll walk the line in silence
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| Stepping on the sleepers
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| Or tight-rope walking on the tracks
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| The circus is in town
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| When the sun goes down behind the mart
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| Let’s imagine that hearing
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| The ghostly sounds and dancin'
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| From a carnival marque
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| And close your eyes and tell me
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| If you think the feeling’s real
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| 'Cos it’s summer now
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| Winter’s just A dream
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| And I’ll walk you home
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| As darkness falls
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| When the chilly air grows colder
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| And you put on your jumper
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| You had tied around your shoulder
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| Where the tracks meet the horizon
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| They’re close but not together
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| Though our steps slow down and shorten
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| Our strength builds up inside
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| And close your eyes and tell me
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| If you think the feeling’s real
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| 'Cos it’s summer now
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| Winter’s just A dream
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| And close your eyes and tell me
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| If you think the feeling’s real
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| 'Cos it’s summer now
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| Winter’s just A dream
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| Just a dream! |