Blight.
It's the warm air.
It's the long days of sun.
It's the hot, heat.
It's the cool nights.
Memories, memories, memories.
Girls. Curves. Love.
The good ones are all I feel tonight.
Anxious to make more.
It's the long days of sun.
It's the hot, heat.
It's the cool nights.
Memories, memories, memories.
Girls. Curves. Love.
The good ones are all I feel tonight.
Anxious to make more.
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