Working hard all morning
Lifting up large walls of brick
Pushing all available strength
Mighty powerful explosion
The root cause of mayhem
Is misfired primal passion
Misguided in the wrong place
I wish we could go back again
Drink another cold lemonade
Mild sweat on the skin's surface
Hot summertime sunshine sting
Light makes you feel alive
Listening to undecided voices
Split open in another direction
Fire the missle in the middle
Fall asleep in the afternoon shade
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