My own summer (shove it)
Hey you, big star tell me when it's over
Hey you, big in the mood
Guide me to shelter
cause I'm through
When the two
hits the six
and it's summer
(Cloud)
Come (shove it)
Shove (shove it)
The sun (shove it)
Aside (shove it aside)
I think God
is moving its tongue
There's no crowd in the streets
And no sun in my own summer
The shade is a tool,
a device,
a savior
See, i try and look up
to the sky,
but my eyes burn
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