Vers I'm tired of telling the story Tired of telling it your way Yeah I know what I saw I know that I found the floor. Before you take my heart, reconsider. Before you take my heart, reconsider. I've opened the door. I've opened the door.
Chorus Here comes the summer's son. He burns my skin. I ache again, I'm over you.
Vers I thought I had a dream to hold Maybe that has gone. Your hands reach out and touch me still but this feels so wrong. Before you take my heart, reconsider. Before you take my heart, reconsider. I've opened the door. I've opened the door.
Chorus Here comes the summer's son. He burns my skin. I ache again, I'm over you.
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Vers Before you take my heart, reconsider Before you take my heart, reconsider I've opened the door I've opened the door
Chorus Here comes the summer's son. He burns my skin. I ache again, I'm over you. Here comes the winter's rain To cleanse my skin. I wake again, I'm over you.
Chorus Here comes the summer's son. He burns my skin. I ache again, I'm over you. Here comes the winter's rain To cleanse my skin. I wake again, I'm over you.