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The PullSummertime came too soonSummers in Kansas often do And the air was still I felt the pull I recall the heat rising From the ground in waves And I knew I was The first to pass this way I believe I stepped Across some line Or I stumble through The doorway to space and time Like a drunk Who blacks out from the wine Never remembers his name I always feel so alone Wherever I am I feel the pull And the life I've left Behind the pull And in case I have no future I've got the past There's no telling just How long this play will last I believe I stepped Across some line Or I stumble through The doorway to space and time Like a drunk Who blacks out from the wine Never remembers his name Never remembers I'm down, walking through a storm I hear a voice inside crying It calls my name like a judge accusing Black robe hanging down Oh, don't forget be brave about your love When I walk across The monkey moon Anger flashes in my eyes I don't know what I'm doing Like a drunk Who blacks out from the wine Never remembers his name Like a drunk Who blacks out from the wine Never remembers his name Never remembers his name I never remember my name |