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Bare feet-painted toes-ankle bracelet
Summer Feet
Warm breeze tossing up my curly hair as it tickles my neck
I need to go to the country when the trees turn green
Hey!
Those spooky voices messing up my perfect dream
This calls for a drive down the road with the windows down
Find a place by a stream where we can lay our blanket down
And you can kiss me like I am your own

Clear Night
Pretty summer skies
Bare feet
Sing over it

Robins singing turned to protest when I got too close
Like her I'm flapping my wings and guarding my post
It is wise to disguise yourself and strong when someone else is watching
Find a place in my dream where you can lay your blanket down
And you can kiss me like I am your own
Those scary voices are messing up my perfect dream

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from It Is All an Illusion, released June 8, 2013
Ted Kloba: Backing Vocals

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