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Would you believe it if it came from above
On the wings of a wide-eyed owl?
Or would you like a chorus of wolves
To deliver it with a howl?
Anyone but the one who was walking
As if a ride had not come knocking
No more summer blues for the waiting moment
No more time for love or lust for torment
How can one all alone be so fun
When she's standing in front of you?
Can't you trace by her clued out face
That she still hasn't heard the news?
Where does she think she's going?
Somewhere special, what's she knowing?
No more summer blues for the waiting moment
No more time for love or lust for torment
News for scenes for teens or father's foment
No more summer blues or lust for torment
No more time for love or the waiting moment
News for scenes for teens or father's foment
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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