My luck stroke last night
fifty mins of love.
And I don't want your pick
inside my daily thoughts,
and now it's over, it's done,
a thousand miles from you.
I can't control my head,
your face keeps rolling here.
Was on holiday, you can still be friend of mine.
Well, I don't know why, we're gonna get high,
you still want to kiss me my love?
Summertime makes me do things,
the kind of things we all wanna do, and we do,
while we sleep dreamin' about you.
Summertime makes me do things,
the kind of things we all wanna do, and we do,
while we sleep dreamin' about you.
Was on holiday, you can still be friend of mine.
Well, I don't know why, we're gonna get high,
you still want to kiss me my love?
Summertime makes me do things,
the kind of things we all wanna do, and we do,
while we sleep dreamin' about you.

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