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Heading home after the celebration The streets filled with red paper like forgotten souvenirs What a time it was, when all those rockets Burst across the sky and disappeared
July July held our hopes so high July
Lying here tonight I still feel you next to me
July July burst across the sky July
Up on the roof the crowds were cheering
From an open window you can hear a lonely saxophone
July July sent flames across the sky July |
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written by Norman Salant with Nora York and Judy Whitfield © norman salant / northcove music - all rights reserved |
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