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This is joy, this is summer Keep alive, stay alive Got your metal on, we're alone Making sweet love, takin' time 'Til God strikes us That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by That's a pretty long third gear in this car Glidin' on the five The deer run across, kill the headlights Pretty fucking, underneath moonlight now Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams Solstice ain't as far as it used to be It begins to blur, we get older Blur Summer's not as long as it used to be Everyday counts like crazy Smoke, haze Wanna get soaked Wanna film a tape on the speed boat We smell of Californication Strike a pose Everything grows in the Congo Everything grows Can you come when I call again Verse 2 On comes the evening, gold seeking ends Piece in my hands worth twice than a friend And two limbs over shoulder, carried away Because I'm stronger and the Congo is dim smoke In comes the morning smoke In comes the morning haze