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The chimes were heard from a paint-peeled front porch |
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And it ran the chord in the cold wind |
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And those girls next door might have heard it before |
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If they did then it never was mentioned |
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Janie, I'm sorry, but summer is over and done |
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And I'm trying to get back before it's too long |
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My eyes are opened up |
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So, Janie |
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I'm sorry, but summer is over and done. |
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Dry leaves burned, the colors had turned |
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The smoke from it churned as it floated |
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Over the roofs like string cut balloons |
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Adrift in an autumn parade. |
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Janie, I'm sorry, but summer is over and done |
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And I'm trying to get back before it's too long |
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My eyes are opened up |
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So, Janie |
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I'm sorry, but summer is over and done. |
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Over and done. |
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I've been too long to tell you that |
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I've gone too long without you |
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But summer's over |
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Over and done. |
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Over and Janie, |
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I'm sorry, but summer is over and done |
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And I'm trying to get back before it's too long. |
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My eyes are opened up |
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So, Janie |
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I'm sorry, but summer is over and done. |
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Summer is over and |
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Janie, I'm sorry, but summer is over and done. |
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Over and done. |