Summertime came too soon, summers in Kansas often do. And the air was still, I felt the Pull. I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way. And I knew I was the first to pass this way. I believe I step across some line, or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, never remembers his name. Always feel so alone, wherever I am I feel the pull, and the life I've left behind the pull. And in case I have no future, I've got the past there's no telling just how long this play will last. I believe I step across some line, or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, never remembers his name, never remembers. I'm down, walking through a storm. I hear a voice inside, crying, it calls my name like a judge accusing, black robe hanging down, whoah, don't forget be brave about your love. Well I walk across the murky room, and there's flashes in my eyes, I don't know what I'm doin'. Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, never remembers his name. Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, never remembers his name, never remembers his name, I never remember my name.
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