| I’m never goin' home when the summer is a come
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| And it’s morning again at my window
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| I look back in my life through the pages of time
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| And the days of my life with you
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| When we ran in the sunlight with love on our faces
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| And laughed at the world through the rain
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| There were days of my life filled with people and places
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| And I wish I could live them again
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| So I’m never goin' home when the summer is a come
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| And I think of the good life we knew
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| And it’s sad to see it end and to know I will spend
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| All the days of my life without you
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| Once a young sailor I met by the sea
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| Said he wished I was eleven years older
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| Maybe some summer he’ll come back to me
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| And he’ll carry me off on his shoulder
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| So I’m never goin' home when the summer is a come
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| And I think of the good life we knew
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| And it’s sad to see it end and to know I will spend
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| All the days of my life without you
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| So I’m never goin' home when the summer is a come
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| And I think of the good life we knew
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| And it’s sad to see it end and to know I will spend
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| All the days of my life without you
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| All the days of my life without you |