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try to remember bohemian summerkeep it in mind to get through the wintersummer breeze blowing through mesoftly through the treesbut when its real and your, your aimed to killmake it sweetwhen you move to me,set me free with your body chemistrysummer breeze blowing through mesoftly through the treesbut when its real and your, your aimed to killmake it sweetsummer breeze blowing, blowing,blowing, blowing, blowingits got a, really got its hold on mebut it was real I was, was aimed to kill,and it was sweet From Letras Mania