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the morning comes to a stuttering halt
the cool breeze that blows is somebodys fault
F
the summer heat tries to burn through
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and i look over to warn you but somethings happening
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C
the morning glories climb the wall
and you speak in a slow drawl
F
im trying to piece together what youre saying
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but the birds are screeching, the hounds are baying
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i don't remember there being any hounds around here
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we lean back and we clink our glasses
raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths,
F
and thick as molasses ice cold vodka eases in as
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the low pressure system brings the breezes in
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and they sashay and pirouette above you
Fm
the only thing i know is that i love you
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and i'm holding on,
yeah
