Uploaded on Jun 30, 2008
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In the dry summer days
When the crickets all play
and you know that they
all call for you
I'll be there
with a green-eyed glare
giving you the stare
that you need
You mustn't be blue
I could have love in me too
it just might take a few
years to find it
and if I have it in me
and I don't turn out empty
I swear that you'll be
the first to know
Cause the days they vanish like smoke
and down to your bones you're a-burning
Cause the vastness of the sea
it don't match what you need
and I'll hear you crying out to me
I remember the way
That my father would say
An early grave
is the work of a beauty
I ain't never been hurt
but I do take his word
though I reallly, really, really don't
want to be alone
So don't make up your mind
It will only take time
'til you're crying
and grabbing for the air
But I see you're resolved
so I'll give it my all
to wait for you to fall to the floor
Cause the days they vanish like smoke
and down to your bones you're a-burning
Cause the vastness of the sea
it don't match what you need
and I'll hear you crying out to me
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