Oh the winter it has passed And the summer's come at last And the small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine
am still in saigon In my mind Every summer when it rains I smell the jungle, I hear the planes I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed Afraid some day I'
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to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook
I'm feenin Real thug passion the dick got me sreamin(screamin) Lookin in your eyes and I just had to wonder What I woulda did if I didn't get the number Last summer
pure The fix, the addiction The vision, the cure She rings down the years 'Round the corners we turned An ember still burns to this day But now it's all
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