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Summer Days

We never found Rio after that party on the beach

We thought she just ran off with some rich man

Then two weeks later her body washed up on the shore

But to this day you can still see her footprints in the sand

 

Hey Rio, I miss your haggard heart

Like on the summer days when we tied that wolf's heart to a kite string

And drug it all through the dirt

 

We got wasted and danced, danced, danced to the radio

I held on so tight 'till your palms were raw

And through all that blood and sweat and smiles

We spent those summer days in vagabond bourgeois

 

Hey Rio, I miss your tear-jerking yearning

Like the summer days when your voice echoed through the hallways

And tore down the walls I built around me

You tore down the walls I built around me

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joseph-c
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Published
Oct 13, 2011
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