Lyrics:
and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
And they all get put in boxes, and they all come out the same
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
They all get put in boxes
They all come out the same.
go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
And they all get put in boxes, and they all come out the same
And the boys
the sun
One summer night, you took me to a football game
Under the moon you held my hand
And you said we'd never part good-bye, university
I don't know
have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
I was born here in the summer
And I started in the fall
But it won't be that much longer
I'll be at your beck and call
For the winds they're blowing
have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
of shit too!"
Dean: "Well, I hope you can find an outlet for your hostility over the
Summer so you can come to school in the fall relaxed and ready
even know how they heard of me
I just wanna go to university
And maybe even buy a crib inside my home city
All these hot summer days feeling so shitty
I
Don't care where we are going
As long as I'm going with you
The summer swells in us
With the heat comes a new kind of wanting
Cool nights never
I hear you're married now
And how was I to know?
I found a photograph when we were 18 years old
At university
That's when we went our separate ways
of my weeds
You're a hot potato red tomato you're a summer breeze
You're the only thing I need to make cute metaphors again
That's some cheeky
children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they all are put in boxes
And they all come out
early that night
In the summer, in the summer
With my crew, we just ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
weekend Dino
And leave your noose
You walk the streets
Ninth, University
A block from White Park
Down to the Food Lab again
You know it misses you
More than
A summer evening on Les Champs Elyses
A secret rendezvous they planned for days.
A sea of faces in a crowded cafe,
A sound of laughter
It was a short summer course at Sheffield Hallam University
I have experienced different climate and food from home
I like to take afternoon stroll
ਪੀਛੇ ਵੇ
ਡਰ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦਾ ਮਾਰੇ
ਦੁੱਜਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਤੇਰੇ ਵਾਲ ਖਿਚੇ ਵੇ
ਵੇ ਤੂੰ ਸ਼ਰੇਆਮ ਪੇਡ ਮੇਰੀ ਨੱਪਦਾ
ਸ਼ਰੇਆਮ ਪੇਡ ਮੇਰੀ ਨੱਪਦਾ
ਕਾਹਤੋਂ ਰੋਕੇ ਰਾਹ ਮੁੰਡਿਆਂ
ਗਲ ਸਾਰੀ University ਚ ਉੱਡ
Do you wanna know
About the place that is close to equator
Hell no! let's go north
Not too close to the north pole
Warsaw, is her name, she likes
the birds and the bees
Long hot summer
Schooling me
In the barnyard
In a tree
In the backseat of a car
Climbin’ Mount Pork-o-lay-la
Then one day
Then one day
and a new Eastbay
Hot joy flooded all my veins
Summer '93
These moments seem so few and far between
It can't all be sublime and
Can't be all awe-inspiring
You
Then that was the summer of road trips
Driving my dad's old Infiniti from D.C. to your parents' house upstate
Driving fast, smoking cigarettes,
in a serendipitous glance,
A love story sparked, as if by chance.
Next thing you knew they were hiding together in the closet
She spoke of Warsaw
early that night
In the summer, in the summer
With my crew, we just ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
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