| From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
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| You and I was meant to be together in love
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| Something ‘bout a wound down in my soul
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| Something on my mind easy be told
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| 3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands
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| These 2 hands of mine
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| You’ve got that 1 thing that can make a man blind
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| And grow in my past fame
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| In the summertime, in the wintertime
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| You talk to us, you talk to us
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| In the summertime, in the wintertime
|
| You talk to us, you talk to us
|
| In the summertime, in the wintertime
|
| You talk to us, you talk to us
|
| In the summertime, in the wintertime
|
| You talk to us, you talk to us
|
| From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
|
| You and I was meant to be together in love
|
| Something ‘bout a wound down in my soul
|
| Something on my mind easy be told
|
| 3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands
|
| These 2 hands of mine
|
| You’ve got that 1 thing that can make a man blind
|
| And grow in my past fame
|
| In the summertime, in the wintertime
|
| You talk to us, you talk to us
|
| In the summertime, in the wintertime
|
| You talk to us, you talk to us
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| In the summertime, in the wintertime
|
| You talk to us, you talk to us
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| In the summertime, in the wintertime
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| You talk to us, you talk to us |