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Black summer leaves Talkin' bout' I don't like the change. I do believe I'm gonna have to Step through the flames. Black summer days Wonchya' please Come back to me. You're gonna Take whatchya want- But you're gonna Get what you need. Tell me something Ease my mind Tell me something Women don't you know I need a little piece of mind Been down so long You got me feelin' Weak at the knees. Don't stand so close Cuz you might Catch my disease. Black summer moon Wontchya' come and Shine over me? I got the time Wontchya' come and Make me believe? Tell me something Ease my mind Tell me something Women don't you know I need a little piece of mind
Writer(s): Michael P. Miley, Scott Christopher Pfaff Holiday Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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