- Texas Summer Son 歌词
- Texas
- I'm tired of telling the story
Tired of telling it your way Yeh I know what I saw I know that I found the floor
Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door I've opened the door Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin I ache again I'm over you
I thought I had a dream to hold Maybe that has gone Your hands reach out and touch me still But this feels so wrong
Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door I've opened the door
Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin I ache again I'm over you Here comes the winter's rain To cleanse my skin I wake again I'm over you
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