| Lying on the shady grass
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| Afternoon, there’s always something happening
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| Friends go floating gently by
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| I’m listening to a song inside my head
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| Although the summer’s past, those mythic dreams would never last
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| Do I care anymore?
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| And if it makes you sad, remember all the things you have
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| That can’t be bought
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| Recollection brings me back
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| Sad to think it was just a fantasy
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| We’d already accepted that
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| Which many others struggled to believe
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| And though it makes no sense, I know there are no accidents
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| I have no fear anymore
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| And if it makes you sad to give up dreams you’ve always had
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| That can’t be bought
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| It just can’t be fought
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| Looking back at '91, reflecting on those things we could have
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| Said and done
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| This dancing lights across a crowd remind us of another town
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| That’s dead and gone
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| It’s just dead and gone
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| It’s just dead and gone
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| It’s just dead and gone
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| Take me to that summer past
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| Tell me, is it really worth remembering?
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| I realize that music then
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| Was really just a song inside my head
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| And though this fun has past, those mythic dreams are meant to last
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| Have no fear anymore
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| And if it makes you cry, look ahead, dry your eyes
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| It can be done
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| Yes, it can be done |