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So much simple summer strives to convince us of its pride |
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To unite all the locals and the details of a ride |
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Through a pastiche of painless principles and repeated distant-heart designs |
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your resilience is your special way to share with me your time |
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The spareness of monotony and ease will over time |
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Give us a new energy like Miles, but satisfied |
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So lose that heady pandering to the over-educated sublime |
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Because your patience is a simple way to share with me your time |
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Part of this familiar is the halo of the strange |
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Part of all the fuck-ups is the will to make a change |
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Part of this whole routine is your shoulders gentle play |
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That coaxes this old body into the current of every day |
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It's me again, talking about some other kind of love |
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It's me again, reaching down to touch you from above |
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Won't you just tell me when I can take my place back in your mind |
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Your patience is a simple way to share with me your time |
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It's me again, talking about some other kind of love |
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It's me again, reaching down to touch you from above |
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Won't you just tell me when I can take my place back in your mind |
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Your patience is a simple way |