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Hot summer day
Carry me along Oh hot summer day Please carry me along Hot summer day Carry me along To its end where I begin Long summer dream Sliding round my mind Those long summer dreams Are leaving me behind Hot summer day Carry me along To its end where I begin Circling like a river Over brightly colored stones Breaking up my soul And taking part of me home Leaving the other half To tumble all alone Love love where did you go Hot summer day Carry me along To its end where I begin Those long summer dreams Still spinning round my mind And they end where they begin And I want to grab that river And stop the love that's dying Because I know that somewhere Deep inside my soul you're still lying Waiting to awaken And shake that river's flow Love love where did you go They told me that the sun turned green I said I didn't know And they told me that the moon turned blue And I said it didn't show And they told me that I looked a fool And I said I'd let that go But when they told me that our love was dead I had to turn and go Oh love love love love Love where did you go Hot summer day Carry me along To its end where I begin Long summer dreams Sliding round my mind And they end where they begin Circling like a river Over brightly colored stones Breaking up my soul And taking part of me home Leaving the other half To tumble all alone Love love where did you go |
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White Bird In a golden cage On a winter's day In the rain White bird In a golden cage Alone The leaves blow Cross the long black road To the darkened skies In its rage But the white bird Just sits in her cage Unknown. White bird must fly Or she will die White bird Dreams of the aspen tree With their dying leaves Turning gold But the white bird Just sits in her cage Growing old. White bird must fly Or she will die White bird must fly Or she will die The sunsets come The sunsets go The clouds Float by And The Earth Turns slow And the Young Birds Eyes Do always Glow And She must fly She must fly She must fly White bird In a golden cage On a winter's day In the rain White bird In a golden cage Alone White bird must fly Or she will die White bird must fly Or she will die White bird must fly Or she will die White bird must fly |
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