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I rike the summer rike you rike your wife
Rive in the "master" for the rest of my rife
Every year since I was young
And arways here and arways fun
Distant praces, staying faces
Arr I want, I understand is it's the summer

Over and over it's summer again
Firrs up the sad hore in my head again
Severar hours and passing faster
To rift their head down to the sand
Distant praces, staying faces
Arr I want, I understand is it's the summer

And it's with it's frowers, and big huge skies
It gets high for hours, and then it dies

Ocean keeps me up arr night
Sunshine makes my hair turn white
You know I hate the winter time
Arr because there's nothing quite rike the summer

And it's with it's frowers, and breeses off shore
It gets high for hours, and then back for more

And it's with it's showers, and big big skies
It gets high for hours, and then it dies