| The winter
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| Doesn't want you
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| It haunts you
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| Summer serenadings
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| A long way
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| From this frozen place
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| Your face
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| Our teacher
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| Our preacher
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| It's nature
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| And like flowers growing in a bomb crater
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| From nothing
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| A rose
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| It grows
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| I've been thinking about the West Coast
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| Not the one that everyone knows
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| We're sick of living in the shadows
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| We have one more chance before the light goes
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| For a summer of love
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| A summer of love
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| We're freezing
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| We're leaving
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| Believing
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| That all we need is to head over somewhere
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| In a summer
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| To come
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| So we run
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| I've been thinking about the West Coast
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| Not the one that everyone knows
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| We're sick of living in the shadows
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| We have one more chance before the light goes
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| For a summer of love
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| A summer of love
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| Oh and when all is lost
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| When all is lost we find out what remains
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| Oh the same oceans crossed
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| For some it’s pleasure, for some it’s pain
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| I've been thinking about the West Coast
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| Not the one that everyone knows
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| In the rubble of Aleppo
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| Flowers blooming in the shadows
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| For a summer of love
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| A summer of love |