DeftonesMy Own Summer (Shove It)tell me, when it's over. Hey you, big mood, guide me, to shelter, 'cause I'm through, when the two, hits the six, and it's summer. Cloud come shove the sun aside. (Shove it, Shove it...aside.) I think god is moving its tongue. There are no crowds in the streets, and no sun. In my own summer. The shade, is a tool, a device, a saviour. See I try to, look up, to the sky, but my eyes burn. Cloud come shove the sun aside. (Shove it, Shove it...aside.) I think god is moving its tongue. There are no crowds in the streets, and no sun. In my own summer. Cloud come shove the sun aside. (Shove it, Shove it...aside.) Index |
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