You can tell the summer’s here again

Barbecues and postcards sent

Voices in the street talk of the sea

I remember summers past

The music of the Ice Cream van

Floating on the wind and calling me

Endless days in which to play

I hope this year will be the same

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WARMTH SPILLING THROUGH THE CURTAIN

DUST SPIRALS IN THE GLOW

THIRTY DEGREES FOR CERTAIN

BASKING IDLY ON MY PILLOW

A WAKING TRANSFORMATION

MOTIONLESS IN THE RAYS

HERE COMES THE REALISATION

IT MUST BE THE HOLIDAYS

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You can tell the summer’s here again

Paddling pools and grassy scent

That disruptive mower from next door

I remember summers past

Going to the beach at last

Forgetting all the gloom that came before

Endless days in which to bathe

I hope this year will be the same

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WARMTH SPILLING THROUGH THE CURTAIN

DUST SPIRALS IN THE GLOW

THIRTY DEGREES FOR CERTAIN

BASKING IDLY ON MY PILLOW

A WAKING TRANSFORMATION

MOTIONLESS IN THE RAYS

HERE COMES THE REALISATION

IT MUST BE THE HOLIDAYS

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You can tell the summer’s here again

Footy games and kiddies tents

Hazy tarmac melting in the heat

I remember summers past

Soundtrack by Dodgy and Cast

Every day another place to be

Endless memories to save

I hope this year will be the same

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WARMTH SPILLING THROUGH THE CURTAIN

DUST SPIRALS IN THE GLOW

THIRTY DEGREES FOR CERTAIN

BASKING IDLY ON MY PILLOW

A WAKING TRANSFORMATION

MOTIONLESS IN THE RAYS

HERE COMES THE REALISATION