| When we made it to the garden it was well past nine
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| Our hands came to agreement as we walked in time
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| A jealous rose stole a thread from the skirted thigh
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| I clipped it quick with a flick of the switchblade knife
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| Of the switchblade knife, of the switchblade knife
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| That rose was so fine in her hair
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| The shadow in the moonlight
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| The hot summer night’s right
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| Poppies swayed while she spun on how she fell in love
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| When in Rome c’est la vie when overseas however you want
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| We leaned closer and she finally threw me the life raft
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| She pulled me in and kept me right until the night left
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| Until the night left, until the night left
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| That rose was so fine in her hair
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| The shadow in the moonlight
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| The hot summer night’s right
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| And when her kisses came they rain down
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| And when my body moved she made sound
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| And when she moved down she made my back arch
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| As I lay there in the moonlight dark
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| She said
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| That rose was so fine in her hair
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| The shadow in the moonlight
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| The hot summer night’s right
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel keeps me on the run
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| My summer angel |