Hey you big star tell me when it's over
hey you big mood guide me to shelter
cause i'm through
when the two hits the six and it's summer
cloud come shove the sun aside
i think god is moving its tongue
there are no crowds in the streets and no sun in my own summer
the shade is a tool a device a savior
see i try to look up to the sky
but my eyes burn
cloud come shove the sun aside.
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