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need to worry Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet Little girls, double-dutch on the concrete Maybe sometimes we got it...gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely Sipping tea in a bar by the road side...

A lonely mother gazing out of her window Staring at a son that she just can't touch If at any time he's in a jam She'll be by his side But he doesn't realize he hurts her so much But all the praying just ain't helping At all 'cause he...