| By the mansion on the hillside
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| Red sports car comes driving down the road
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| And pulls up into the driveway
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| And a story does unfold
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| She’s standing by the rhododendrons
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| Where the roses are in bloom
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| Looking out at the Atlantic ocean
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| And in her head she hums this tune
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| Thank God the dark nights are drawing in again
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| 'Cos high summer has got me down
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| I’ll wait till the end of August
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| And get off this merry-go-round
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| And they shut him out of paradise
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| Called him Lucifer and frowned
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| She took pride in what God made him
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| Even before the angels shot him down to the ground
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| He’s a light out of the darkness
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| And he wears a starry crown
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| If you see him, nothing will shake him
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| 'Cos high summer has got him low down
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| High summer’s got him lonesome
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| Eyen when he makes the rounds
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| There’s been no two ways about it High summer’s got him low down
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| Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside
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| Settled down to start a new
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| Far away from the politicians
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| And the many chosen few
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| Far away trom the jealousy factor
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| And everything that was tearing him apart
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| Far away from the organ grinder
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| And everyone that played their part
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| And they shut him out of paradise
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| Called him Lucifer and frowned
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| 'Cos he took pride in what God made him
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| Eyen before the angels shot him to the ground
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| He’s a light out of the darkness
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| And he wears a starry crown
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| If you see him nothings shaken
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| 'Cos high summer’s got him low down
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| High summer’s on the rebound
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| High summer’s got him low down
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| High summer’s on the rebound
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| High summer’s got him down, low down
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| High summer’s on the rebound
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| High summer’s got him low down
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| Low down |