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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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On warm June evenings she would come to my house |
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Still in her school skirt and her summer blouse |
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Talking too long as the night came on |
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It was the best time of my life |
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Her bee stung lips, kisses sweeter than wine |
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The things she whispered with breathless sighs |
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The summer air was soft and warm |
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Her eyes were making silent demands |
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As her hair came undone in my hands |
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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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Driving her home after midnight |
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I felt so good everything was alright |
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Her thoughts seemed lost in the night sky |
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I remember everything |
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I don't know why these things ever end |
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I sometimes wish it was that summer again |
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I still see her in my sleep |
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And hear the sighing of the summer wind |
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Still I don't regret one thing |
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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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Oh yeah, she was taking me over |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |
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It felt just like it was the start of forever |
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And oh yeah, it was the start of the summer |