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Texas – Summer Son – 1999


    Paroles I’m tired of telling the story
    Tired of telling it your way
    Yeh I know what I saw
    I know that I found the floorBefore you take my heart, reconsider
    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    I’ve opened the door
    I’ve opened the doorHere comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over youI thought I had a dream to hold
    Maybe that has gone
    Your hands reach out and touch me still
    But this feels so wrongBefore you take my heart, reconsider
    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    I’ve opened the door
    I’ve opened the doorHere comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over youBefore you take my heart, reconsider
    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    I’ve opened the door
    I’ve opened the doorHere comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over youHere comes the winter’s rain
    To cleanse my skin
    I wake again
    I’m over youHere comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over youHere comes the winter’s rain
    To cleanse my skin
    I wake again
    I’m over youI’m over you