Summer's high
And the nights are drawing in
You feel it in your skin
But no-one’s suffering

There's a breeze
Catching in your sail
There used to be a gale

Old
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Man
(man)
Weather
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Old
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Man
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I was there
When the invitations came
They misspelled your name
But you went just the same

Every time
You hear that ringing bell
You wake up face-down in hell

Old
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Man
(man)
Weather
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Old
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Man
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Summer's gone
The afternoons are warm
Beneath the purple storm
The young hatch out and swarm

Old
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Man
(man)
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Old
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Man
(man)
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Old
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Man
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There’s a demon in your soul
With its fingernails of gold
Gold
The rise
The fall

Old
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Man
(man)
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Old
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Man
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Old
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Man
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Bring it on