| Summer is here, the ocean is clear, I got some beer and I’m out on the pier
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| Stars look down on Sleepy Town, distant shimmering of a faint sundown
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| Silent Heart will refuse to pound, what would I need to turn around?
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| Someday, sometime, I will return
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| I turned my back long ago, discontent with what I did know
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| Stale water from melting snow, someday, sometime, I’ll come around
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| Turn me around, I wanna turn myself around just to get back
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| Turn time around, I wanna turn my time around to get back
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| To the start
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| … A new false start, an open vein for Silent Heart
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| Paint that sky with clouds and birds, still that sound that can be heard
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| Someday, sometime, I will return
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| I turned my back to Sleepy Town not to drown in the seaweed night
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| Now I hear the same sad sound in the pulse of the city lights
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| Someday, sometime, I’ll come around
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| Wake up at noon, get a few brews, meet with the lads and go to the beach
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| Long after dark, fly to my girl, those were the days, so out of reach |