Summer's coming early this year
But I can't see from where I'm sitting
I can feel it in the air
I guess it's hitting but it's not sticking
She wears her demons upon her sleeves
'Cause she likes the fact they're all looking
All the people you hold near
I think you know they think you're boring
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
Summer's coming early this year
Maybe it's me or global warming
That's the thing about you my dear
You bring all your friends with no real warning
To write a poem without real need
To be a king that's nonessential
Is it just me being self important?
Oh no!
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
When you fall, they go!
When you fall, they go!
Myriam Adams - Summer Song 28 Lyrics
Myriam Adams - Summer Song 28 Lyrics
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Summer's coming early this year
But I can't see from where I'm sitting
I can feel it in the air
I guess it's hitting but it's not sticking
She wears her demons upon her sleeves
'Cause she likes the fact they're all looking
All the people you hold near
I think you know they think you're boring
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
Summer's coming early this year
Maybe it's me or global warming
That's the thing about you my dear
You bring all your friends with no real warning
To write a poem without real need
To be a king that's nonessential
Is it just me being self important?
Oh no!
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
When you fall, they go!
When you fall, they go!
But I can't see from where I'm sitting
I can feel it in the air
I guess it's hitting but it's not sticking
She wears her demons upon her sleeves
'Cause she likes the fact they're all looking
All the people you hold near
I think you know they think you're boring
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
Summer's coming early this year
Maybe it's me or global warming
That's the thing about you my dear
You bring all your friends with no real warning
To write a poem without real need
To be a king that's nonessential
Is it just me being self important?
Oh no!
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
You're alright
When you fall, they go!
When you fall, they go!
Writer: Jacques Hete
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid