Oh my dear, learn to enjoy that feeling of wealth
When the bank looks bare and the clothes on your back
have worn thin
When the substance you're living off tastes like sin
Don't even make me explain
That it's the summertime of our souls
So come meet me at the shore
We can run as the light grows dim
I'll kiss you 'till the tide comes in
I'm in love with this daze that you've placed on me
A fog that doesn't phase me
For the haze seems to deter the Grim
'Cause our minds are old and our hearts can't win
But it's the summertime of our souls
So come meet me at the shore
We can run as the light grows dim
I'll kiss you 'till the tide comes in
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