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This is summer - some are watchingUnderstanding the promisesThat drift away - they drift awayNothing to share in low waterOver above an avalanche she falls awayThis summer - some are AugustCrying far air not to be hadIs this the way is this this the wayMore than enough move to the sideWatch him pass he passes by he gets awayIf I could lose myself and dream awayDay upon day upon day upon dayIn an avalanche she drifts awayOver its over its over its overI wish we could be together againLike a play on words
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"Avalanche" as written by Richard Jobson/russell Webb/john Mcgeoch/john Doyle
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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