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Texas – Summer Son – 1999

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    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 floor

    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    I’ve opened the door
    I’ve opened the door

    Here comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over you

    I thought I had a dream to hold
    Maybe that has gone
    Your hands reach out and touch me still
    But this feels so wrong

    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    I’ve opened the door
    I’ve opened the door

    Here comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over you

    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    Before you take my heart, reconsider
    I’ve opened the door
    I’ve opened the door

    Here comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over you

    Here comes the winter’s rain
    To cleanse my skin
    I wake again
    I’m over you

    Here comes the summer’s son
    He burns my skin
    I ache again
    I’m over you

    Here comes the winter’s rain
    To cleanse my skin
    I wake again
    I’m over you

    I’m over you

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