| The first time I kicked you out
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| The whole block was watching
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| The second time wasn’t as loud
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| But it was ten times as sad
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| Seven days of the week
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| I’m curled up under ceilings, oh
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| He’s a lot like you
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| I can’t figure out what he’s feeling
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| Just one summer with him, ah
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| There’s nothing better than that, no
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| There’s nothing sadder than that, ah
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| Just one summer with him, oh
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| Listening to England lose, ah
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| There’s nothing better than this, ah
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| Nothing sadder than this, no
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| Just one summer with you, ah
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| Nothing better than that, no, no
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| There’s nothing better than this, now
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| Nothing sadder than, sadder than this, oh |