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we could wait for the wind to blow
or give me a look so cold
it gives me chills
and ends the summer war;
my eyes roll
around and over and again
falling down, dizzy with sun stroke.
i'll be there
and i'll try to identify,
try to look through the grays skies
in your mind.
i'll pick up everything you left behind.
cross your fingers,
and pray for winter.
i'll be there,
painting the town your favorite color.
guess i'll call or see you around.
guess i'll call or see you around.
i'll call or see you around.
i'll call or see you around.
painting the town your favorite color