Summer Rain U2
When you stop seeing beauty you start growing old
The lines on your face are a map to your soul
When you stop taking chances
you'll stay where you sit
You won't live any longer but it'll feel like it
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
In the summer rain
Tequila and orange, Jamaica and rum
At the Morella, honey on my tongue
In a small boat on a generous sea
You let me be your enemy
Tiny hand with a grip on the world
Holding our breath now, diving for pearls
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
Just as you find me always I will be
A little bit too free with mysel
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