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(gordon kennedy/wayne kirkpatrick/mike more/andrew logan)
Love was burning like the summer
We were lost in one another
Holding on, holding on
We could not escape the heat
Love was dangerous but sweet
And it was strong
Now you're talking 'bout your freedom
What is that you say
You suddenly declared to me
Your independence day
Caught me by surprise
Fire turning to ice
Well it ain't even cold, baby,
How could it snow in july
Well, you led me to believe that
You found everything you needed
In my arms, for so long
I thought everything was fine
Now you're turning on a dime
And moving on, moving on
Now i should have brought my sweater
For a chill is in the air
There's a sudden change of weather
For which i am not prepared
Caught me by surprise
Fire turning to ice
Well, it ain't even cold, baby
How could it snow in july... july
Well, i should have brought my sweater
There's a chill that's in the air
There's a sudden change of weather
For which i am not prepared
Caught me by surprise
Fire turning to ice
Well, it ain't even cold baby
How could it snow in july... july
No I never, no I never saw it coming
Well, it ain't even cold baby
How could it snow in july...
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