Текст песни Frank Ocean - Summer Remains

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My right hand to God
Left hand holding the jewels 
And I'm swearing up and down
The tide stole my youth

These creases in my brow ain't tan lines 
Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) 
The sun's burning black and blue (On my green eyes) 
Too cold this side of June 

It ain't natural, right hand in yours 
Left hand holding the juice
When that jungle flower blooms
Better leave it in the ground, don't try to cut it out 

These creases in my brow ain't tan lines 
Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) 
The sun's burning black and blue (On your green eyes) 
Too cold this side of June

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It ain't natural, I'll rebel, I'll rebel 
But it ain't natural, I take care, I take care 
It's just not growing well, I'm no match for you 
It's not hard to tell, This isn't going well 

But we're under the palm trees, thinking heaven must be 
Somewhere under these palm trees, with all the hell we're raising
At least we had the palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams 
But not even the palm trees, could save us from the flames 

Summer remains