| The salt taste of a losing game
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| And not knowing her first name —
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| But that was fine
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| I knew this couldn’t last
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| She would sail away with me only in her mind
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| Seasons rush, seasons die
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| Dear dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
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| Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —
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| Oh, dead July, you had your time
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| I would cheer, I would sing
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| I would pray just to make her laugh
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| But all the boys said: 'Let it slide'
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| While she would stare like no one ever has
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| Seasons rush, seasons die
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| Dear dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
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| Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion
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| Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
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| Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —
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| Oh, dead July, you had your time
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| Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
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| Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion
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| Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
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| Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —
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| Oh, dead July, you had your time
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| Oh, dead, dead, dead July |