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Verve

The summer breeze brushed against our young faces

We were so carefree,

We would trip on our own shoelaces


Winding up every time at a famous cafe

Our orders? The usual,

Lemon iced tea and tall latte


Riding recklessly on the two wheels we cheaply rented

The brakes weren't reliable,

Like our lives the chassis was all dented


The tires would come to a sudden unanimous halt

At streets that were aesthetic,

Besieged by yellow walls and a whiff of malt


Holding chilled beers in our hands feeling first rate

We would soothe on the sandy shores,

Trying to foresee our uncertain fate


And when the Sun would drown entirely in the ocean

We would sigh and tell each other,

We'll come again to escape from all the commotion



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