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Bring him home
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old

was the way you felt or is it more
Will the summer breeze give a slight release will it help you breathe or is it hell

I wish that I could hold you

a moment or two
But then you're pruned up by the pool
Nothing to do but watch her swim
Then she asks, did you want to come in?

Don't be a fool
I know

goes, the way it was written
It was a summer night there a head-on collision
And by the grace of God, he made it alive
A couple broken bones but he was

The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say

Some like

spillerne på hjørnet har pistoler på sig
Fucking racister, handler kun med sorte summer
Men de ringer til mig, laver forretning med mig
Jeg' en ukendt

And that is how the summer went

Oh, I'm just getting started!

Oh, the flowers bloomed and the fruit got ripe

Who says times are hard?

can be a
You can be a star if you wanna be a

Star if you wanna
Goin super hard every summer
Catch me out with Yonny that’s a (constellation)
Brightest

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since

gay son!

He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!

Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk him

Half past nine
I send you a text, soon as that sun dropped
Kill my headlights
Pull up, pick you up out by the mailbox
You'd lay the seat back

by
No one really wonders, No one really wonders

Brother, look into the palm of your hand
I see so much wrong without ever bringing any change
What if

gay son!

He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!

Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk

I want you in the passenger seat
Windows down feel the summer heat
Driving downtown in the middle of the night
Stop and kiss at every red light

What

without
Like a snowstorm coming in summer
Like an ocean without a tide
A winning horse that was a late-comer
Thought I was taking life in my stride
Like

and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it

painted by your lover
In the middle of the summer
On an island in the river on a Sunday

The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is