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Owenstone
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Summer Lane
the clock strikes one on my sundial the shadows dance next to my bicycle this breeze could carry me away and leave my fickle feet astray the hills are whispering my name from a place called summer lane my hands are sore from the machinery my eyes are hungry for new scenery i'll grab my toothbursh and guitar map out the trails of shooting stars and when the wind picks up this way i'll set my sail for summer lane I've left directions here for you with just a set of simple rules forget your cares forget your name i'll see there on summer lane (i'll see you there) on summer lane
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