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Summer Child - Conan Gray
Lyrics by：Conan Gray
Composed by：Conan Gray
You see all the flowers in the weeds
You're scared of the dark when you sleep
You cover up your arms with your sleeves
Even in hundred degree heat
Your father was awfully mean
Your favorite color is green
It reminds of you of the summer you turned three
Running through sprinklers on your street
And you laugh and you dance in the wind
And you sway and you hug and you kiss
But there's darkness behind those eyes even when you smile
Oh summer child
You don't have to act like all you feel is mild
You don't really love the sun
It drives you wild
You're lying summer child
Aren't you way too busy taking care of everybody
To take care of yourself
When the sun goes missing
Aren't the flowers just as pretty
Aren't the oceans just as deep
The trees as green
And as for me
I'll watch you weep
Oh summer child
You don't have to act like all you feel is mild
You don't really love the sun
It drives you wild
You're lying summer child
