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Woke up to greeting cards from people I don't know Woke up to pull above below these wooden floors This kind of thing, it can't be told This kind of thing, it won't be done I don't own the interstate Wishing I had learnt to fly She's my Canadian girl On the fifth day of July This kind of thing, it can't be told This kind of thing, it won't be done And she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975 It'll never be It'll never be the same And everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again Someday I'll write down If it's okay, I won't change the names I don't know how the story ends But it began this way Songtexte This kind of thing, it can't be told This kind of thing, it won't be done And she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975 It'll never be It'll never be the same And everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again This kind of love, it can't be told This kind of love, it won't be done It'll never be It'll never be the same It'll never be the same again It'll never be It'll never be the same And everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again And she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975 Aus Songtexte Mania