Don't be quiet,
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Fools wait patiently
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Stay unattached,
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Young man be cruel
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Cause if all the night brings on dangerous things
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Go find your playthings 'round the pool
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Summer is here
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It's never forlone till your days will disappear (so forget it)
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It's not in her heart at last,
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It's not in her heart at last,
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Shallow water and lips up against your legs
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If it's cold inside it's only for awhile
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She'll say come on let's swim again,
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When never to me, if she spots another friend (well...)
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Then why should I care?
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If nothing between us is round any ordinaire (cause there's plenty more)
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It's not in her heart at last,
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It's not in her heart at last,
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And once in a while
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You ask me what's left in a name
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Now it's easier to just explain
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Than remind:
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No we're not
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and never will
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It's not in her heart at last,
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It's not in her heart at last,
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It's not in her heart at last (there's nothing to say it's not yours to decide),
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It's not in her heart at last (there's nothing to say it's not yours to decide)
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The Reservoir
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Junior Boys |