Summer Of Love
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Summer Of Love
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Summer of love
Dusty and pale
Our neighbor to the left is a boarded up house
Dead cars in the backyard
Laid out to rest by the shed
Sweet stray dogs are roaming the street
We found a cockroach in our bed
It gets so hot in this dingy city
In hallowed sheets
My skin is sticky and guilty
It’s just heaven to me
It’s just heaven to me
Summer of love
Swaddled in blinding light
Beer in the fridge
A drip from the sink
And baby’s breath in a vase
It gets so hot in this dingy city
In hallowed sheets
My skin is sticky and guilty
It’s just heaven to me
It’s just heaven to me
Outside the window
Everything is green
In our old fragile house
You write lines inside of me
(It's just heaven to me, it's just heaven to me)
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