| I remember when the days were long
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| and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
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| Constant quarreling the childish fits
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| and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
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| All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
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| to show you did not mean,
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| anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
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| And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
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| You were so condescending,
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| and this is all that’s left
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| scraping paper to document.
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| I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on.
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| Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
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| skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
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| And everything that I said was true
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| as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
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| Well I lost track when those words were said,
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| you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
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| and soon we woke and I walked you home
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| and it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.
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| And as the summers ending,
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| the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
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| You were so condescending,
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| and this is all that’s left scraping paper to document.
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| I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on.
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| And as the summers ending,
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| the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
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| You were so condescending,
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| as the alcohol drained the days.
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| And as the summers ending,
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| the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
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| You were so condescending.
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| And this is all that’s left,
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| The empty bottles spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes
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| 'cause its time to move on. |