Hey you, big star
Tell me when it's over
Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter
'Cause I'm through
When the two hits the six and it's summer
Cloud, come
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it aside)
I think God is moving its tongue
There's no crowd in the streets
And no sun in my own summer
The shade is a tool, a device, a savior
See, I try and look up to the sky
But my eyes burn
Cloud, come
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it aside)
Cloud, come
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it aside)
I think Gis moving its tongue
There are no crowds in the streets
And no sun in my own summer
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun
(Shove it, shove it, shove it)
(Shove it aside)

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