| Do you remember when we were young and clever
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| And hungry for the home team to win?
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| We spent our summers drinking hot firewater
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| Waiting for the next show to begin
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| With all the madness came a certain sadness
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| Brought it back with us to town
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| Now we get warmer in the darkest of corners
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| Knocking ice-cold medicine down
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| And I refuse to celebrate any war that we’ve won
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| I refuse to celebrate
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| I still remember that scare in late November '99
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| She thought she was late
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| If that had happened
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| By now we’d have a teenage vandal with his father’s fate
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| He’d be a warrior
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| I would’ve named him Johnny Cash
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| And he would hibernate through all of the sadness
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| And wake with the strength to fight back
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| But I refuse to speculate any more than I’ve done
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| I refuse to celebrate
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| Summer children can see through it all
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| They split soft drinks to hide alcohol
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| When it’s cold, like our folks did, we’ll have a ball
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| Summer children, conceived in the fall
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| That’s right
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| And I refuse to celebrate any war that we’ve won
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| I refuse to celebrate
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| Summer children can see through it all
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| They split soft drinks to hide alcohol
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| When it’s cold, like our folks did, we’ll have a ball
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| Summer children can see through it all
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| That’s right
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| Summer children, it’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| Summer children can see through it all
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| That’s right |