This is joy, this is summer, Keep alive, stay alive. Got your medal on, we're alone, Making sweet love, taking time. "But God strikes us!" That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by, That's a pretty long third gear in this car, Gliding on the five. The deer run across, kill the headlights, Pretty fucking, Underneath moon light now, Pretty fucking. Sunrising, sand, comes a morning, haunting us with the beams, Solstice ain't as far as it used to be. It begins to blur, we get older. Blur! Summer's not as long as it used to be, Everyday counts like crazy. Smoke, hazy! Wanna get soaked? Wanna film a tape on the speed boat? We smell of Californication, Strike a pose! Everything grows in the Congo, Everything grows, Can you come when I call again? On comes the evening, Both seeking ends, Peace in my hands worth twice than a friend. And two limbs over shoulder, carry the way, Because I'm stronger, Congo is damned. Smoke. In comes the morning. Smoke. In comes the morning. Haze!
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