| Strawberry ice cream, a summer’s day
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| You melt away through the cracks in my fingers
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| I know that sunburn goes away
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| The broken words I last heard still linger
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| Maybe by Monday, I’ll be okay
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| Any day’s better than February
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| Sometimes I wonder how life would be
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| Any day’s better than February
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| But if you called and you asked me to stay
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| Would you give me the world or walk out in a day?
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| Because I’m so afraid that if I let you in
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| When the going gets rough, will you leave me again?
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| Like February
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| Summer’s gone, seasons change
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| He’s got a heart of construction paper
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| All of his problems buried away
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| Inside the sleeve of a green windbreaker
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| Maybe by Monday, I’ll be okay
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| Any day’s better than February
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| Sometimes I wonder how life would be
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| Any day’s better than February
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| But if you called and you asked me to stay
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| Would you give me the world or walk out in a day?
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| Because I’m so afraid that if I let you in
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| When the going gets rough, will you leave me again?
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| Like February
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| Any day’s better than the day you left me
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| Try to forget you but he never lets me
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| Any day’s better than the day you left me
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| Try to forget you but he never lets me
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| Maybe by Monday, I’ll be okay
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| Any day’s better than, any day’s better than
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| Sometimes I wonder how life would be
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| If you had stayed for February |