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[VERSE 1]
Rain trippin down my brittle dry hair
Gazing at the water pooling on the concrete
The steeple makes shadows, dancing with the streetlights
Listening to him sing in a language I don't understand

Much like my own, much like my own

[VERSE 2]
Spent the whole year staring at the ring on your finger
Looking for summer in the slight of a glance
I'll take you round to the side of the bar
And show you there is no summer here

[Chorus]
No summer here, no summer here

[VERSE 3]
I wake up counting how many times the bell tolls
Sometimes it keeps going, I've lost count of the bells
Summer is over now, it rains on the concrete
But the whiskey has seemed to have settled in the greyscale

[Chorus]
No summer here, no summer here

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