| The summer’s over, this town is closing.
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| They’re waving people out of the ocean.
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| We have the feeling like we were floating.
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| We never noticed where time was going.
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| Do you remember when we first got here?
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| The days were longer; |
| the nights were hot here.
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| Now, it’s September; |
| the engine’s started.
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| You’re empty-handed and heavy-hearted.
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| But just remember on the way home (ooh ooh ooh)
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| That you were never meant to feel alone.
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| It takes a little while, but you’d be fine:
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| Another good time coming down the line.
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| You’ll go back to love that’s waiting.
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| I’ll unpack in a rented room.
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| How’s that life you swear you’re hating?
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| Grass is greener: that makes two.
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| But just remember on the way home (ooh ooh ooh)
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| That you were never meant to feel alone.
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| Just look me up; |
| get back on the bus.
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| I’ll see you next week if you need my trust.
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| Life ain’t short, but it sure is small.
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| You get forever but nobody at all.
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| Life ain’t short, but it sure is small.
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| You get forever but nobody at all.
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| It don’t come often, and it don’t stay long. |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| But just remember on the way home (ooh ooh ooh)
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| That you don’t ever have to feel alone.
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| Just stay on the run; |
| get off the grid.
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| Hide yourself out like you know that I did,
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| And if you might find that your running is done,
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| A little bit of Heaven never hurt no one. |