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It's fun to run it's fun to play,
it's fun to make things out of clay.
It's fun to fill your car with gas it's fun to breeeaaaaaaak
Things made of glaaaaaaaaaass

But broken glass can cut your hand,
and then you'll bleed across the land.
That's any child women or man !

i miss those summer days
when the sun would set
on my parade
i remember swimming on the beach tide
with the sunshine in my hair
under the blue sky

i remember all the laughs
all the good times that we had
will u come back to comfort me
cause winter now is all i see

summer days, come back to stay
summer days, come back and stay

i miss those summer nights
when the shimmering stars would light up the sky
do u remember people everywhere
lying on the grass without any cares

i remember all the laughs
all the good times that we had
will u come back
to comfort me
cause winter now is all i see

summer days, come back and stay
summer days, come back and stay

summer days, come back and stay
summer days, come back and stay


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MY FRIENDS TO ME ARE LIKE APART OF MY FAMILY
AS I LOOK AFTER THEM THEY LOOK AFTER ME
CAUSE OUR FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A SEED
GROWING UP TO BE A BIG TALL TREE
IT NEVER ENDS CAUSE WE ARE FRIENDS
THATS WAT MY FRIENDS MEAN 2 ME
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