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I'm a summer day Sweltering on the edge of May Oh, I wish I didn't throw my fists In spite Of all your songs They flow so effortlessly through Something like a laundromat at midnight Have you ever heard a humdrum sound so Pure? Like the waves or the wind or the trees I've never heard you sing so true And you've never even heard me sing a tune
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
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I'm a summer day Sweltering on the edge of May Oh, I wish I didn't throw my fists In spite Of all your songs They flow so effortlessly through Something like a laundromat at midnight Have you ever heard a humdrum sound so Pure? Like the waves or the wind or the trees I've never heard you sing so true And you've never even heard me sing a tune
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
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