Текст песни The Summer - Natalie Imbruglia
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                bottle 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                breeze 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                take 
                                                it 
                                                over 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                pour 
                                                it 
                                                loose 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                garden
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                the 
                                                hinges 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                windows 
                                                would 
                                                rust 
                                                and 
                                                colour
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                boats 
                                                pulled 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sand 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                sweet 
                                                clean 
                                                clothes 
                                                would 
                                                go 
                                                stiff 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there'd 
                                                be 
                                                sand 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                pockets 
                                                and 
                                                nothing 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                every 
                                                year 
                                                it 
                                                gets 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                bit 
                                                harder
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                get 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                feeling 
                                                of 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                fifteen
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                jump 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                upstream
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                let 
                                                the 
                                                current 
                                                carry 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                beginning 
                                                where
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                river 
                                                met 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                days 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                sun-drenched 
                                                haze
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                salt 
                                                spray 
                                                crusted 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                window 
                                                panes
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                living 
                                                like 
                                                we 
                                                lived 
                                                that 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wanna 
                                                live 
                                                like 
                                                we 
                                                live 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                remember 
                                                that 
                                                summer 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                storms 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                pavement 
                                                steam 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                kettle
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                our 
                                                first 
                                                goodbye 
                                                always 
                                                seemed 
                                                like 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                car 
                                                park 
                                                in 
                                                between 
                                                my 
                                                house 
                                                and 
                                                yours
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                the 
                                                summer 
                                                holds 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                we 
                                                might 
                                                sing 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                the 
                                                winter 
                                                holds 
                                                    a 
                                                bite 
                                                we'd 
                                                never 
                                                felt 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                time 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                ocean
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                only 
                                                hold 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                swim 
                                                before 
                                                we're 
                                                broken
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                our 
                                                bones 
                                                become
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                coral 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sand
 
                                    
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