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Chris Rea - sweet summer day
I want to see the blue sky
I want to feel the breeze
I want to hear the summer wind
Singing in the trees
I want to touch forever
And drift into its soul
Put my troubles in my right hand
Hold them up
And let them go!
Sweet summer day
Talking about a sweet summer day
Take your troubles and let them fly away
I'm talking about a sweet summer day
So much time is wasted, pulling the line
For sure you are running faster
But you're only running blind
I want to touch forever
I want to really know
Put my troubles in my right hand
Hold them up and let them go
Sweet summer day
I'm talking about a sweet summer day
Take your troubles and let them drift away
Talking about a sweet summer day
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