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
Ill be there
And Ill try to identify, try to look through the gray skies in your eyes..
And pick up everything you left behind
Cross your fingers, and pray for winter
Ill be there
Painting the town your favorite color.
Guess Ill call or see you around....yeah
Guess Ill call or see you around.
Guess Ill call or see you around....yeah
Guess Ill call or see you around.
Ill call, or see you around....yeah
Ill call, or see you around.
Ill call, or see you around....yeah
Ill call, or see you around.
...painting the town your favorite color.
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