When we look at the Summer Sun; yellow and round.
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So we go out to the hill and we lie down.
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All but one sits in the corner.
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Trying to find a way;
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And alright let's go outside,
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And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
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And we're crying.
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We're all falling out.
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I want to go back to old times.
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And looking back, looking out at different things.
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We flew too high; let the Sun burn our wings.
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We never thought it would be us.
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Let it all come fast; turn to dust.
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And alright let's go outside,
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And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
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And we're crying.
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We're all falling out.
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I want to go back to old times
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And alright let's go outside,
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And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
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And we're crying.
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We're all falling out.
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I want to go back to old times
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Say what I know, you keep that oath.
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I give you my word, you keep it.
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Say what I know, you keep that oath.
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You're shit at keeping secrets.
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Say what I know, I know that oath.
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I give you my word, you keep it.
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Say what I know, I keep that oath.
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You're shit at keeping secrets.
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And alright let's go outside,
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And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
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And we're crying.
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We're all falling out.
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I want to go back to old times
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And alright let's go outside,
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And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
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And we're crying.
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We're all falling out.
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I want to go back to old times
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The Hill
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
