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We could wait for the wind to blow
Or give me a look so cold...It gives me chills
And ends the summer war
My eyes roll
Around and over and again
Falling down, dizzy with sun stroke
I´ll be there
And I´ll try to identify, try to look through the gray skies in your eyes..
And pick up everything you left behind
Cross your fingers, and pray for winter
I´ll be there
Painting the town your favorite color.
Guess I´ll call or see you around....yeah
Guess I´ll call or see you around.
Guess I´ll call or see you around....yeah
Guess I´ll call or see you around.
I´ll call, or see you around....yeah
I´ll call, or see you around.
I´ll call, or see you around....yeah
I´ll call, or see you around.
...painting the town your favorite color.