Placeholder: Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm Just a little somethin' to break the monotony Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be A little bit out of control it's cool to dance Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm Just a little somethin' to break the monotony Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be A little bit out of control it's cool to dance

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Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm Just a little somethin' to break the monotony Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be A little bit out of control it's cool to dance

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