Lyrics:
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Now it was early one spring
And I was tied by my string
In a field of a make-believe farm
When around the house, the boy and the bear
Came
start to fade
With the April rain
Through the summer days
'Til autumn's leaves are gone
I get by without you
'Til the snow begins to fall
And then
Yeah that's the price up on that
Twerk so If you lost mine
Watch what you say out your
Mouth while you online
‘Cause them fed boys lock you for a long
On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his
And the queen of the dream stands before them all
She stretches out her hand as the curtains start to fall
But it's too late, too late, too late
Too late,
A time for summer skies
For hummingbirds and butterflies
For tender words that harmonize with love
A time for climbing hills
For leaning out
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Sell me candy like it's summer when it's melting in my hands
I know you're around like the ice cream man
I can hear you calling, whisper something
I thought we'd always be together
In my mind, there was no doubt
Our two hearts were bound forever
We would never be without
Spring to summer, falls
The boys in their summer bands
Sweat as they give it their all
The bands might be good
But probably won't last through the fall
And there's nothing to do
or sequester
A drop of a precious year
But when your best days are yester
The rest is twice as dear
What good is a field
On a fine summer night
If you sit
me by
Mothers on the stoop
Boys in souped-up coupes
On this hot summer night
Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
Hey!, pick it up
This'll get you out.. of your head
China's heading up, by the ratings on a motion
She goes with a real head biker, he's
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don't wet no more
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me nigga way
burning, crying out in agony
Father send someone
quench the fire from my tongue
where the worm's eternal
and, I'm crying out in agony
Sunburns out and it
trappings of wealth
But truth will out if only by stealth
Beauty n’ charm can paralyse
Only now do you realise
The shot rings out and then you fall
Another
Had a dream I couldn't understand
And but I work it out everyday
For no fun and very little pay
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall
But never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball
As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round
That grey
likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall
But never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball
As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round
That grey
of summer wheat
Peppered with rounded bales
Steeples where church bells ring
Lighthouses by the sea
Reach out through gathered storms
Faithfully comfort
My chances weren't good; she was way out of my reach
How could she ever fall for some ol' boy like me
But here she lies asleep tonight in these arms
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
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