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36 lines
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every summertime
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i always think of your
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glistening forehead, of the queen city
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southern solstice summer sun on your freckled cheeks
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and your eyes hopefully honing in on my heart,
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where all your american dreams lay their heads.
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you are always dancing to the radio in my heart,
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in our cramped one-bedrooms,
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off potholed streets all over town.
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we are forever united at the asian king buffet
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by prawns and crab carcasses,
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under the grand opening banner which has been up
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all spring, the pepsi-blessed, post-racial future
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where you eternally wipe the mucus from my nose,
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clipping my hair til it can stand on its own two strands,
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and hold my head close and hand
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me a plate of palabok at parties to protect
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myself, messy in many multitudes of methods and means.
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i want only to wither with the burnt rice in the backyard,
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but every day you save and redeem me
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you say "you’re all i have," i cry, cry, and cry
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i cry and still you esteem me.
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because every summertime is movies and malls
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and mother and son
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getting picked up from school in your '06 kia spectra.
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nothing more magical than the way you love me.
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i’m terrified knowing that one day you will be done,
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but please still kiss my forehead, number one,
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and pretend i’m seven again,
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and let me live forever
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in your summertime.
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in every summertime you called me "langga."
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