LYRIC

When the fly in the pond sung
Watching the sun go down

We painted flames in the signs
I know it?s a bore, oh
To melt the ice and the snow
But we can't row, row it, row, row it

We'll have to wait until summer
Comes and wakes up
Then we can pray to the moon
Keep me warm under the sun

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