I'm tired of telling the story
Tired of telling it your way
Yeh 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
Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I'm over you
I ache again 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
Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again I'm over you
Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door 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'm over you
I wake again
Here comes the summer's son He burns my skin
I ache again
Here comes the winter's rain
I'm over you To cleanse my skin
I'm over you
I wake again I'm over you.
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