We could wait for the wind to blow
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Or give me a look so cold...It gives me chills
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And ends the summer war
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My eyes roll
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Around and over and again
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Falling down, dizzy with sun stroke
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I'll be there
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And I'll try to identify, try to look through the gray skies in your eyes..
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I'll pick up everything you left behind
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Cross your fingers, and pray for winter
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I'll be there
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Painting the town your favorite color.
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Guess I'll call or see you around....yeah
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Guess I'll call or see you around.
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Guess I'll call or see you around....yeah
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Guess I'll call or see you around.
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I'll call, or see you around.
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I'll call, or see you around.
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I'll call, or see you around.
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I'll call, or see you around.
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...painting the town your favorite color.
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Drama Summer
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