| Sit back and relax, take your time
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| We’re not even in July
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| But summers gone
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| I mean the weather is nice
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| I’m just stuck in days that passed by
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| So, let me take a hit
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| I’ll cut the story short
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| And tell a lie for the sake of it
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| Wrong way on a one-way road
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| No time to turn back
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| We’re all ghosts and were on our own
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| Lost in these streets
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| The whole world is in reach
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| We all have our city dreams
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| Just remember that small towns
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| And hometowns play for keeps
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| Our trips down memory lane
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| That end in disaster
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| And the ambulance is late at the scene
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| Just let me take one breath
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| I’ll let the punches roll
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| Just to take a hit
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| Sit back, relax, take your time
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| We didn’t even get to say goodbye
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| Now summers gone
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| And I’m stuck in my mind
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| In the last days of July
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| So, let me take a hit
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| It’s how the story goes
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| Keep telling lies to make sense of it
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| Two wrongs don’t make it right
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| No time to turn back
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| We’re all ghosts and were on our own
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| (We're all ghosts and were on our own)
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| So, let me take a hit
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| I’ll cut the story short
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| And tell a lie for the sake of it
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| Wrong way on a one-way road
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| No time to turn back
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| We’re all ghosts and were on our own
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| Sway back and feign death
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| It’s only way to escape this
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| Maybe it’s time to turn back
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| But remember that small towns
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| And hometowns play for keeps
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| Sit back, relax, take your time
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| Who the hell cares about July?
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| And our summer song
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| That was stuck on my mind
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| For the best part of the fall
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| So, let me take a hit
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| I’ll cut the story short
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| Not telling lies, I’m done, I quit
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| Third time and I made it right
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| No need to turn back
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| We’re all ghosts and were on our own
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| We’re all ghosts and were on our own
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| Who the hell cares about July? |