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It's not that you broke my stride.
I didn't know I was going.
Five gallon bucket, paint brush in my hand, I write the seven ways to living.
Turn up the range, I want to feel strange. Piece of pie, piece of pie for you and me All night long, that summer.
The first half hour you were sour,
Then soft, so sweet, summer candy. So soft, so sweet, summer candy.
It's not that you broke my pride.
I didn't know where to stow it.
Pull off the sweaters that we were covered in, Gold hide and passionate petals.
Turn up the range, I want to feel strange. Piece of pie, piece of pie for you and me All night long, that summer.
The first half hour you were sour,
Then soft, so sweet, summer candy. So soft, so sweet, summer candy.
Currently writing the pages, Silver sands under our feet. Cold wind came in to save us. Hands full of silver rings.
Turn up the range, I want to feel strange. Piece of pie, piece of pie for you and me All night long, that summer.
The first half hour you were sour,
Then soft, so sweet, summer candy. So soft, so sweet, summer candy. So soft, so sweet, mil and brandy. So soft, so sweet, summer candy.
