May
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Every little thing gets inside your head.
And summer comes
to knock me off my feet
you will be gone
but still inside of me
I'll pin your words
of sadness and grief
into my skin
until you're within
And summer comes
to knock me off my feet
you will be gone
but still inside of me
I'll pin your words
of sadness and grief
into my skin
until you're within
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