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[ti:Song for Next Summer] |
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[ar:Meg Baird] |
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[al:Seasons On Earth] |
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Once holding gold summer's happy landing, |
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We land back on your side. |
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This coming-all-to-get so undone again |
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The day it spilled, do you know what day that was? |
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So lead the way, Mare I can't take this wheel |
| [03:11.27] |
It's wild and turns on back |
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To where you call, where you |
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Call your own (you know, the ones that do return) |
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The days get lost, but the sound gets stuck in here |
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The notes we left, they were bright enough |
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They hung in the tree tops! |
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They will call us back again in August |
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The words that come first are the best to offer up |
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