And no this is not the summer dream she said
It's just the drying of the lawns I want to leave out there
It's just the drying of the lawns I want to leave out there
Of a movie I will sure as hell not end just yet
If the evenings are for romance then this mornin' is for us
It will never ran and our last dream will leave this house

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