Summer time and the wind is blowing, outside in lower chelsea.
And I dont know what I'm doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, and I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
Thats when I knew that I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm the one whos stupid
And theres this burning,
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