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Summertime
by Pink Contrails
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Eating ice cream by the fire
Watch the moonbeams dance, and the daylight retire
I'll never tire of the ebony night sky
Like you should really meet him heard that she was a nice guy
When life gave me lemons I was scared what I might find
Figured out that you just need to be in the right mind
Set all my ambitions, collect all of my wishes
So the forces of nature can carry me to a sign
A faux pas, a spacebar, can I rewind
So the forces of nature can tell me this is my time
A faux pas, a spacebar, can I rewind
So the forces of nature can tell me this is a sham
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who you are
I just dwell on my emotions then I look to the stars
Felt unwell until I took a trip to Brooklyn in March
Reminiscing to myself and to my sleeping guitar
I wish I could know what you're feeling like
Know I'll see you in the summertime
I wish I could know what you're feeling like
Guess I'll see you in the summertime
Eating ice cream by the fire
Watch the moonbeams dance, and the daylight retire
I'll never tire of the ebony night sky
Like you should really meet him heard that she was a nice guy
When life gave me lemons I was scared what I might find
Figured out that you just need to be in the right mind
Set all my ambitions, collect all of my wishes
So the forces of nature can carry me to a sign
A faux pas, a spacebar, can I rewind
So the forces of nature can tell me this is my time
A faux pas, a spacebar, can I rewind
So the forces of nature can tell me this is a sham
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who you are
I just dwell on my emotions then I look to the stars
Felt unwell until I took a trip to Brooklyn in March
Reminiscing to myself and to my sleeping guitar
I wish I could know what you're feeling like
Know I'll see you in the summertime
I wish I could know what you're feeling like
Guess I'll see you in the summertime