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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers got grace |
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Some summers are all over the place. Oh god! |
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They started talking on the slow songs where the couples pair up |
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Those style of shows, they get so intimate |
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She felt faint, then made an escape |
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He swears it's an act, but she'd never admit to that |
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Her sleeve was tied so they never swapped numbers |
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They kept falling together like... |
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Fall into cubicles, fall into bad habits |
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The summer of bands, would've thought they were lovers |
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(?) map, the more you lack |
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I cared about my evenings back |
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You get a place that's separate to me |
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Days and days right down on yr knees |
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Heart strings will pull nostalgia |
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But honestly it feels like summer |
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Sitting right here is the boy who'll never drink again |
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She is the girl who hasn't been drunk at all |
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They've had all those university lovers |
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But nothing compares to the sound of the summer |
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They'd never. Since college. Stumbled upon it. |
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The secret of knowledge. It's honest. |
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She stole a poster every time they went back |
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A summer of bands that he knew were the soundtrack |
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(?) map, the more you lack |
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I cared about my evenings back |
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You get a place that's separate to me |
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Days and days right down on yr knees |
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Heart strings will pull nostalgia |
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But honestly it feels like... |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers got Grace |
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Some summers will only replace our god |
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(?) map, the more you lack |
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I cared about my evenings back |
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You get a place that's separate to me |
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Days and days right down on yr knees |
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Heart strings will pull nostalgia |
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But honestly it feels like summer... |
