Summer Nights

3 AM, t-shirt and shorts, a small fire by the lake.

Life couldn’t be any better in times like these.

Surrounded by friends, your head resting on my shoulder.

With a cold beer in my hand I try to imitate the rhythm of your breathing.

I would trade everything for a warm summer night.

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