| Beverly Hills, burning of plastic
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| Scraped it away, I do, I may
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| For the summer
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| For the summer
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| Here goes your man, dances the hourly
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| Cape land to colors rolling through the valley
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| For the summer
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| For the summer
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| Hold tight, horizon minds
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| It’s writing its name in the sky
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| It’s paradise
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| We fade away into the night
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| Beverly Hills, nuclear winter
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| What should we wear and who’s for dinner?
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| In the summer
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| For the summer
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| Hold tight, our love will fade out
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| It’s writing its name in the sky
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| And I’ll stop and stare
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| We’ll fade away into the night
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| It’s paradise
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| For now we go under the knife
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| For one time, oh, some doctors
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| Divided by night time
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| Let’s do it for the summer, send for the sunrise
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| Let’s do it for the summer, send for the sunrise
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| Let’s do it for the summer, send for the sunrise
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| Let’s do it for the summer, send for the sunrise |