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About the things that take me to that safe place.


Summer evening

Oh, summer evening
how you take my troubles away
Oh, summer evening
how you make gold instead of grey

His eyes are like you
my summer evening
whenever they look at me

His arms are like you
my summer evening
whenever they hold me near

Oh, Bobby dear
let me rest here for a while
Oh, Bobby dear
let the sun burn our skin

Summer evening
in your face
Summer evening
is our grace





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Publicerad 2005-08-27 17:25



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