| When summer ends in death on a dirt bike chasin' Beth
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| All us kids with tennis balls and a Wiffle bat
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| And dad’s Playboy centerfolds and at nine or so we’d go
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| Sit in fields with fireflies and smoke the cigarettes we stole
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| Oh yeah, and the sunlight crawls around you
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| And draws a fable that we fell through
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| Pomegranate rain on my tongue
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| Under the blood orange sun x 2
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| Ma got me out of bed. |
| Saw the highway splashed in red
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| The school announcements said your name, I ran away instead
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| And wept on that hill we used to go, watch the Susquehanna flow
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| Later Tommy gave me details that I didn’t want to know
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| Oh yeah, and the sunlight crawls around you
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| And draws a fable that we fell through
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| Pomegranate rain on my tongue
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| Under the blood orange sun x 2
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| Got off at a change when the summer ends in tears
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| The smell of the apples in the air
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| We moved out to southern Cal- My summer pal I left you there
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| Where you fade, while the Sui’s torched a car
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| And us young punks bum-rushed the bar
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| We laughed till we fell around
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| A row of palm trees blazed against the dark |