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Out on the lawn Labor Day |
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Popsicle melts down your face |
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Cicadas beat their wings |
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Barbecued chicken and meat |
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When will it snow? |
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When will it snow? |
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Sweat holds the pennies in place |
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I stick fifteen on your face |
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The soles of our feet have been baked |
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I wish I were back in May |
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When will it snow? |
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When will it snow? |
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And God only knows |
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How free I can feel tonight |
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I've longed with the moon |
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Under the water I go |
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I touch the ocean floor |
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The sand in my fingertips |
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The sound in my head |
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Nobody knows what I know |
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Nobody knows what I'm feeling |
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Nobody knows what I feel |
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Nobody knows |
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When will it snow? |
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Concerts are free Sunday night |
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Come hear the songs by seaside |
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Lawnchairs and popcorn and ice |
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Postcards from east oceanside |