| There was a summer breeze
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| All things a blurry dream
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| In the shade of the tree
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| There’s no more lucky clover
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| It’s the last September ever
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| If you fall in love with me
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| So who’s your mama now?
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| Now that it’s all over
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| 'Cause you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free
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| Shadow in a thicket
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| A dog sounding yonder
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| Barks a bother
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| Windy Christian music tickling a-lofty
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| Hear the seashells chatter
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| The black berriless makes a mutter
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| We’re all searching for our mother
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| Broken hearted brother
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| Bloody nose, toes, horse hoof and thunder
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| I’m standing in the open
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| I’m wondering where I am now
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| A solitary soldier saluting heavenwards and nothing
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| The tiny song of bramble
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| You know her amble movements
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| She’s been here now forever
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| Mother nature clever
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| So who’s your daddy now?
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| Now that it’s all over
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| There’s no more lucky clover
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| It’s the last September ever
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| There’s no more lucky clover
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| It’s the last September ever
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| So who’s your daddy now?
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| There was a summer breeze
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| All things a blurry dream
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| In the shade beyond the tree
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| There’s no more lucky clover
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| It’s the last September ever
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| If you fall in love with me
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| So who’s your mama now?
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| Now that it’s all over
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| 'Cause you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free
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| What happened to the old tire swing?
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| Swung too many swungses
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| Oh burned-out foxhole of childhood longing
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| Yearning for the summer
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| School will soon be over
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| There ain’t nothing to kiss but a bull frog and a horse hoof
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| Pile of dung
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| Cracked out and bee stung
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| Rainwater flow through the money tracks
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| Tractor tracks, tire tracks
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| I hear footsteps the ghosts of cats
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| Might be that old Tom who got murdered by the nurse
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| Who rides that old motorcrycle?
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| Maybe someone young and virile
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| I want a cup of tea so bad it’s making my world…
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| Get hold of yourself, Grandpa!
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| Do you want to take me beachcombing, world roaming?
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| Do you want to be my partner?
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| There was a summer breeze
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| All things a blurry dream
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| In the shade of the tree
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| There’s no more lucky clover
|
| It’s the last September ever
|
| If you fall in love with me
|
| So who’s your mama now?
|
| Now that it’s all over
|
| 'Cause you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free
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| Oh, you’ve got to set me free, set me free
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| Oh you’ve got to, you’ve got to set me free, set me free |