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• Artiste: Giraffes (The)
• Titre: Burned By A Summer
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Summertime. Summertime flies and leaves us all blind, 'till we drown in a beer built for two. And I wonder a lot do you wonder out loud, For if you answered me now I'd hear you. Theres no moon in the sky and I don't wish there were. Theres no lights on in the lighthouse where we kissed. Theres no pain in my feet, no the rocks have been sharpened. And if you were here, you'd surely be pissed. And the same road back seems twice as long as to there, and I guess this is how I must learn, That I should not have played with fire under your heart, For in the end it is I being burned.