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Boys, boys, boys, we love them.
Nobody on the road
nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
the summer's out of reach
nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
the summer's out of reach
Don't you worry your pretty little mind.
I think love will come towards me
like a warm summerbreeze
like a warm summerbreeze
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