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We can wait for the wind to blow.
Don't give me a look so cold.
It gives me chills,and ends the summer war.
My eyes roll around and over again.
Falling down dizzy with sun stroke.
I'll be there cause I'm try watch and interfy.
Try to look through the gray skies in your eyes.
Cross your fingers and pray for winter.
I'll be there painting the town your favorite color.
Guess I'll call him see you around.
Guess I'll call him see u around.
Guess I'll call him see u around.
Guess I'll call him see u around.
I'll call him see u around.
I'll call him see u around.
Guess I'll call him see u around.
Painting the town your favorite color.

hey i wrote this down so i dont forget it
i hope yall lik it................please like it jk jk
peace wink