Over a horseshoe mountain
By the back of a motel
Lies the body, 'bout four foot tall
Of my little girl
And she's cold and hard
And her friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Fourteen flavours to account for
Lying in a cell
Martin could you be the man
Who broke out of his shell
Cus' you're cold and hard
And your friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Ringing outwards, final phone calls
Never change for me
They say what must be said
Then they scream out for sympathy
And they're cold and hard
And their friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Where's Slater? - June (Acoustic Version) Lyrics
Where's Slater? - June (Acoustic Version) Lyrics
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Over a horseshoe mountain
By the back of a motel
Lies the body, 'bout four foot tall
Of my little girl
And she's cold and hard
And her friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Fourteen flavours to account for
Lying in a cell
Martin could you be the man
Who broke out of his shell
Cus' you're cold and hard
And your friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Ringing outwards, final phone calls
Never change for me
They say what must be said
Then they scream out for sympathy
And they're cold and hard
And their friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
By the back of a motel
Lies the body, 'bout four foot tall
Of my little girl
And she's cold and hard
And her friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Fourteen flavours to account for
Lying in a cell
Martin could you be the man
Who broke out of his shell
Cus' you're cold and hard
And your friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Ringing outwards, final phone calls
Never change for me
They say what must be said
Then they scream out for sympathy
And they're cold and hard
And their friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets
Writer: Saul Devlin
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