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Evergreens and a dream of an island town
Draw a line in the sand and we'll smooth it down

Will your side win, get to the middle
Count 'em off one at a time
And we'll try to guess right

Waking in the white sun, lights out
Wading through the days in, nights out
It’s a slow cinnamon summer
And your spell is pulling me under

Rowing in an wooded hollow
Showing me the moves to follow
It’s a slow cinnamon summer
And your spell is pulling me under

It's a hand on the ground that's around for an hour of hope
It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole
And just as it leaves, just as it's sinking
The motor has saved our souls
From too cold to keep low

Waking in the white sun, lights out
Wading through the days in, nights out
It’s a slow cinnamon summer
And your spell is pulling me under

Rowing in an wooded hollow
Showing me the moves to follow
It’s a slow cinnamon summer
And your spell is pulling me under

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