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I remember when the days were long, |
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And the nights when the living room was on the lawn. |
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Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. |
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All the slander and double-speak |
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Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean |
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Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth. |
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And as the summer's ending, |
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The cool air will put your hard heart away. |
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You were so condescending |
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And this is all that's left |
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Scraping paper to document. |
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I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on. |
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Cup your mouth to compress the sound, |
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Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town. |
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And everything that I said was true, |
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As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth. |
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Well, I lost track, and then those words were said. |
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You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed. |
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Soon we woke and I walked you home, |
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And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love. |
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And as the summer's ending, |
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The cool air will rush your hard heart away. |
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You were so condescending. |
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And this is all that's left |
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Scraping paper to document. |
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I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on. |
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And as the summer's ending, |
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The cool air will rush your hard heart away. |
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You were so condescending, |
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As the alcohol drained the days. |
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And as the summer's ending, |
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The cool air will rush your hard heart away. |
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You were so condescending. |
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And this is all that's left |
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The empty bottles, spent cigarettes. |
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So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time to move on. |
