| I guess we’re leaving town again
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| We’re moving out and moving in
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| Gotta break the news to all my friends
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| But they won’t care
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| They’ll just find another face
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| To fall behind, to take my place
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| To run way out past second base
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| And just stand there
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| A dreamsicle on a summer night
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| In a folding lawn chair
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| Witches ring around the moon
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| Better get home soon
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| Poison oak to poison ivy
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| Dirty jokes that blew right by me
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| Mama curling up beside me
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| Crying to herself
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| Why can’t Daddy just come home?
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| Forget whatever he did wrong
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| He’s in a hotel all alone
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| And we need help
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| A dreamsicle on a summer night
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| In a folding lawn chair
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| I’m still packing up my room
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| Gotta get home soon
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| New sneakers on a high school court
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| And you swore you’d be there
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| My heart breaking through the springtime
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| Breaking in June
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| Broken glass and broken vows
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| I’ll be 18 four years from now
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| With different friends in a different town
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| I’ll finally be free
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| Call you both some holiday
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| Tell you why I moved away
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| Say, «Everything's gonna be okay
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| You can come see me.»
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| A dreamsicle on a summer night
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| In a folding lawn chair
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| Daddy’s howling at the moon
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| Better get home soon
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| Heat lightning in the evening sky
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| And my mama’s red hair
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| Hearts breaking through the springtime
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| Breaking in June
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| Breaking in June
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| Breaking in June |