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Friday's humming summer |
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And the whiskey sun is runningout the night sky |
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I am here watching your form |
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Slowly pacing in the dawnas all the stars die |
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Yeah you're like a hit you are tailored just to fitthe changing season |
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Baby what is this we are two star crossed bitsof an equation |
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Is it that you're shining |
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Is it your endgame talk |
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You're like a suntan in |
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NovemberOr |
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December in |
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New YorkI will tune in to the radio |
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To hear some guy on some showsing like chocolate |
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No its not my job to be sentimental |
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Yeah, I swear it was accidentalit just turned out like that |
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Is it that you're shining |
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Is it your endgame talk |
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You're like a suntan in |
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NovemberOr |
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December in |
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New YorkI know |
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I should be spitting bitter |
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Just for interest it's more fittingfor a girl like me |
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But I am standing here |
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Amid politics and tearsand |
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I'm shouting loudly |
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The dustcart is slugging |
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Its way around the cornerin the morning |
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And if you listen close |
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You'll hear the fairylights and smokeof the |
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East Coast calling |
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Is it that you're shining |
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Is it your endgame talk |
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You're like a suntan in |
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NovemberOr |
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December in |
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New YorkDecember in |
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New YorkDecember in |
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New York |