Tear,
Tear off your skin
Whats there within.
Life on wooden swings
When all was young,
With summer tongues.
I Don't care to know
Who's been before.
Oh we could stand to run
Never look back at trains or tracks
You could disappear
You could disappear
And I'll kiss you in London
Love you in France
Sunsets in Germany
Spain we can slowdance,
Somewhere outside
Somewhere outside
Somewhere outside
Somewhere outside
Wake
From lover's kept, on slumbers bed
Days in quiet'r homes
When life was young,
With summer tongues.
You could disappear
You could disappear
SUMMER TOUNGE by Anchor & Braille
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