| It’s a shiny afternoon
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| When you’re walking home in June
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| And what goes on in your head is a better story
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| Behind those concrete blocks
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| There’s a land of ice cream trucks
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| And and ocean to sail with your friends stayin' over
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| Go and let it out
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| All the pain you’ve learned about
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| Now raise your eyes and
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| Lay down on the summer fields
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| Lay down on the summer’s fields
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| No you really don’t give a damn
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| 'Bout the leaders and their fucked up plans
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| When you can see the miracles in the skies
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| Now go faster and leave no trails
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| Ride your bike to a secret place
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| Where you can hide from the anger of the tricked old people
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| Go and let it out
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| All the pain you’ve learned about
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| Now raise your eyes and
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| Lay down on the summer fields
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| Lay down on the summer’s fields
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| Go and let it out
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| All the pain you’ve learned about
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| Now take you time and
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| Fight back your biggest fears
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| Turn days into thousand years and
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| Lay down on the summer fields
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| Lay down on the summer’s fields |