Summer Son Im tired of telling the storyTired of telling it your wayYeh I know what I sawI know that I found the floorBefore you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderIve opened the doorIve opened the doorHere comes the summers sonHe burns my skinI ache againIm over youI thought I had a dream to holdMaybe that has goneYour hands reach out and touch me stillBut this feels so wrongBefore you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderIve opened the doorIve opened the doorHere comes the summers sonHe burns my skinI ache againIm over youHere comes the winters rainTo cleanse my skin I wake againIm over youHere comes the summers sonHe burns my skinI ache againIm over youHere comes the winters rainTo cleanse my skinI wake againIm over youIm over you

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