| Oh somewhere up in your loft
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| MTV with the sound off
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| We lay down at the edge of town, oh
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| On and on we’re drifted
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| Our eyes opened and twisted
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| We lay down at the edge of town, oh
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| But have you noticed
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| Summer comes and disappears
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| From a mirror like a tear we appear
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| The last out of something
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| Yeah, I wonder
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| Where are you now? |
| Where are you now?
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| Because it’s going and it’s going and it’s going and it’s going
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| And it’s going and it’s going and it’s gone
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| Going, going and then it’s lost
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| Oh, somewhere up in your loft
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| MTV with the brains off
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| We lay down at the edge of town, oh
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| We ran out through the corn
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| And your Smiths t-shirt got torn
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| We lay down at the edge of town, oh
|
| But have you noticed
|
| Summer comes and disappears
|
| From a mirror like a tear we appear
|
| The last out of something
|
| Yeah, I wonder
|
| Where are you now? |
| Where are you now?
|
| Because it’s going and it’s going and it’s going and it’s going
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| And it’s going and it’s going and it’s (gone)
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| Going, going and then it’s lost
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| (Summer…)
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| Summer comes and then it disappears
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| The last out of something
|
| Summer comes and disappears
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| From a mirror like a tear we appear
|
| The last out of something
|
| Yeah, I wonder
|
| Where are you now? |
| Where are you now?
|
| Because it’s going and it’s going and it’s going and it’s going
|
| And it’s going and it’s going and it’s gone
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| And then it’s lost |