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summer (butcher two) saturday night the summer's here under clothes hands disappear buttons slip they've gone stray with them thoughts have gone away too far to see from the back seat where sleeping is the enemy in our hands is more sense than butchered words we don't understand to ourselves our skin sticks our palms sweat our teeth click flashing glimpses do not see when daylight is the enemy i can barely see your blue eyes i can barely make them out it's alright in this red your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes it's ok Songtexteit is fine there's nothing just one thing on our mind saturday night summer's here the sound of breath is in our ears guess the coast is completely clear into water we disappear Aus Songtexte Mania