| Thinkin' bout four summers ago
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| Driving down quiet back roads
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| In south jersey
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| I was stinking of lake water and snack bar grease
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| Listened to «September Gurls»
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| And hoped the school year would be different
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| Didn’t wanna be a Big Star
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| But didn’t wanna be a small fry either, no
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Didn’t wanna be a weenie any more
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| Coffee at the kitchen table
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| You’ll join me two hours later
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| I’ll be sitting in front of a blank page in my notebook
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| Been reading through modern poetry
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| I just dont understand these images
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| Why’s this beauty blocked from me?
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| Well, I know I know certain things:
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| I know uncertainty
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| I know every last freakin' thing 'bout hyperbole
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| I know someone knows the weather
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| Doesn’t matter I always pack an extra sweater
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| Bad jokes make me happy
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| Put my laundry in the dryer two days later
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| Turn it on high and forget it
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| It catches on fire
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| I want to throw the appliance out the window
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| Of my third floor apartment
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| But I can’t lift it so I spit on it
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| Sip homemade lemonade in my dreams
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| Cause I’ve yet to make any
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| Not too much sugar, I like the sour and sting
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| Dump iced tea on my head
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| In here I’m burning up, I’m unraveling
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| Kick off my shoes, come with me, we’ll swim through
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| Through these sweat-stained sheets
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| Crack open another can of beans
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| Cheers to friends we’ve yet to meet
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| I’ll pray they forgive my reclusive tendencies
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| We’ve all got so much strange to give |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Much Strange To Give , by - Free Cake For Every Creature. Song from the album Talking Quietly of Anything With You, in the genre Инди