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Off to bed riddle head. Youâve worn yourself a brand new string.
Bottom run or deck and slung. Choose your place to meet your deed.
Off to bed dreamless dead. You cannot keep mocking me.
Saw your shoes steeped in blue, right beneath the deck for me.
And Iâll miss you in the summertime, and Iâll miss you when itâs late at night.
Right on time, no alibi needed down a one way street.
If they ask itâs in the past, punded swill lose lots of sleep.
Keepinâ on swinginâ song right beside the apple tree.
If youâll just try to remember why the rest of life was without me.
Iâll miss you in the summertime. Iâll miss you when itâs late at night.
Iâll miss you, itâs too late to cry. And Iâll miss you most all the time.
Iâll miss you in the summertime. Iâll miss you when itâs late at night.
Off to bed itâs getting late.
Iâm afraid Iâll hesitate with the thought of you this Iâm doing, maybe then but not today.
- Álbum:
- Come Across the River