| It’s so out of sight
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| This time this place
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| This space in the open
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| Where we would lay
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| Outside the sky is black
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| In the middle of July
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| Unstable nature
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| Damn our behaviours
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| When the clouds will part
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| The leaves will pop
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| Their nested drops
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| Under curtains of pouring light
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| Take shelter in summer
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| Nothing’s safe anymore
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| there’s no more weather
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| Mutters the old bore
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| But I like to sit in the rain
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| Says Anna behind the glass
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| Her mother’s in pain
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| Don’t go out on your own, darling
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| When the clouds will part
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| The leaves will pop
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| Their nested drops
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| Under curtains of pouring light
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| A window has broken
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| Shattered open
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| We had to blind it
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| And now the hall is dark
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| Neon light in summer
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| Chill out or simmer
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| There’s no more weather
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| But in our school books
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| When the clouds will part
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| The leaves will pop
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| Their nested drops
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| Under curtains of pouring light
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| When the clouds will part
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| Don’t wait for me
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| I will stay long
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| Under this sun
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| To dry up, to dry up |