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the morning comes to a stuttering halt

the cool breeze that blows is somebodys fault
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the summer heat tries to burn through
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and i look over to warn you but somethings happening

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the morning glories climb the wall

and you speak in a slow drawl
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im trying to piece together what youre saying
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but the birds are screeching, the hounds are baying
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i don't remember there being any hounds around here

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we lean back and we clink our glasses

raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths,
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and thick as molasses ice cold vodka eases in as
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the low pressure system brings the breezes in
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and they sashay and pirouette above you
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the only thing i know is that i love you 
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and i'm holding on,
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