| Me and my friend Dan are going to get some beers
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| And then we’re going to go down to the park and drink them there
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| We’ll busk out in the sun with a guitar and play some songs
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| Call up our friends and invite them out to share
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| What might be the last weekend of the summer
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| 'Cause September’s getting colder as it goes
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| And we haven’t done enough of this simple kind of stuff this year It’s clear
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| we’re getting older and it shows
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| Well, work weeks make us weary now and school’s a distant memory
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| It’s easy to ask questions of ourselves
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| Like where it is we’re going now and what we had to show
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| For all the sunny days we spent shut up in the shells
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| Of expectations of our ultimate directions
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| And the stations that we should have reached by now
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| When we haven’t read the script and our tender wings are clipped
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| And yet we’re scared we might be letting someone down
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| Listen to these heartbreak songs when nothing’s really wrong
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| And then we’ll smile when we’re asked and we say that we’re fine
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| We’re drifting through our middle days
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| We’re creeping into middle age, setting in our ways
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| But now it’s time to decide now it’s time to draw a line
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| In the sand and ask what’s more important than days like today
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| So grab some beers, call your friends and meet us here
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| In the summer park with me and my friend Dan |