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There's an old pair of sneakers dangling from a wire |
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And my old rusty engine is in need of some brand new tires |
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And from my front steps, the last of the weekend vettes goes blasting by |
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Won't be nothing so cold as this beach in the winter time |
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Chorus: |
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Sun's been down since you've been gone, and I don't know why or for how long |
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The same old record played |
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I've been trying to move along, but I keep on singing the same old song |
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The end of the summer days, end of the summer days |
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I can still hear you laugh, with your hair blowing back in my car |
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I can still feel your curves, when we danced in that boardwalk bar |
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And I can still taste your lips from that one last stolen kiss |
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By the firelight |
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Won't be nothing so cold as this beach in the winter time |
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(Chorus) |
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(Solo) |
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One day you just felt a change and slipped away |
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Maybe it was never meant to be |
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Now the sound of footsteps makes me hope and pray you're coming back to me |
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There's a warm breeze that's blowing as the shadows go tumbling by |
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And it's picking up sand, and that must be what's in my eye |
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(Chorus repeats x2...) |
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End of the summer days, oooh |