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like a feather in the breeze.
I got so high off all the blinking lights,
the colors painted in the night.
Midsummer Classic blue and gold
Our City casts it's shadow.
The kettle boil heads for a roll.
Sundowning's never getting old.
And underneath this crooked moon
I can smell the night begin to bloom
simpel as it sound I want to be with you
I got so high off all the blinking lights,
the colors painted in the night.
Midsummer Classic blue and gold
Our City casts it's shadow.
The kettle boil heads for a roll.
Sundowning's never getting old.
And underneath this crooked moon
I can smell the night begin to bloom
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