| Summer stretching on the grass
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| Summer dresses pass
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| In the shade of the willow tree
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| Creeps are crawling over me
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| Over me and over you
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| Stuck together with gods glue
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| It’s gonna' get stickier, too
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| It’s been a long, hot summer
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| Lets get undercover
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| Don’t try to hard to think, don’t think at all
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| I’m not the only one
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| Staring at the sun
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| Afraid of what you’d find
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| If you took a look inside
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| I’m not just deaf and dumb
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| Staring at the sun
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| Not the only one
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| Who’s happy to go blind
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| There’s an insect in your ear
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| If you scratch it won’t disappear
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| It’s gonna itch and burn and sting
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| You want to see what the scratching brings
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| Waves that leave me out of reach
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| Breaking on your back like a beach
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| Will we ever live in peace?
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| 'Cause those that can’t do
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| Often have to
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| And those that can’t do
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| Often have to preach
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| To the ones
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| Staring at the sun
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| Afraid of what you’d find
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| If you took a look inside
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| Not just deaf and dumb
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| I’m not the only one
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| Who’d rather go blind
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| Intransigence is all around
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| Military still in town
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| Armour plated suits and ties
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| Daddy just won’t say goodbye
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| Referee won’t blow the whistle
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| God is good but will He listen
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| I’m nearly great
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| But there’s something missing
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| I left it in the duty free area
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| But you never really belonged to me
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| You’re not the only one
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| Staring at the sun
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| Afraid of what you’d find
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| You step back inside
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| Not sucking on my thumb
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| I’m not the only one
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| Who’s happy to go blind |