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"Summer
St." (written by Kristin Hersh)
I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face, and instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome
body No lonesome song Drink to my friend Drink to the sun To your health 'Til daylight comes And burning wealth I
hold my breath... One lonesome body One lonesome
song No lonesome body No lonesome song No lonesome song
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