| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers got grace
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| And some summers are all over the place, oh godddd
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| They started talking in the slow songs where the couples pair off
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| Those cellar shows could get so intimate
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| She felt faint, they made an escape
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| He swears it’s an act, but she’ll never admit to that
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| Our scene was tight so they never swapped numbers
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| They kept falling together like…
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| Fell into cubicles, fell into bad habits
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| A summer of bands, would have thought they were lovers
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| Carve this map of all you lack
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| I’m here to buy my weekends back
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| Eager to please, looks desperate to me
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| Dazed and terror-struck, down on yr knees
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| Heartstrings will pull nostalgia
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| But honestly it feels like summer
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| So tonight he is the boy who’ll never drink again
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| She is the girl who has but drunk it all
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| They’ve had others, university lovers
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| But nothing compares to the sound of the summer
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| And ever. |
| Since college. |
| Where doubt was. |
| Abolished.
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| We’re safe in the knowledge. |
| It’s honest.
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| She stole a poster every time they went back
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| A summer of bands never knew what they soundtracked
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| Carve this map of all you lack
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| I’m here to buy my weekends back
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| Eager to please, looks desperate to me
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| Dazed and terror-struck, down on yr knees
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| Heartstrings will pull nostalgia
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| But honestly it feels like…
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers
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| Some summers, some summers got grace
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| And some summers are all over the place, oh godddd
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| Carve this map of all you lack
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| I’m here to buy my weekends back
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| Eager to please, looks desperate to me
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| Dazed and terror-struck, down on yr knees
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| Heartstrings will pull nostalgia
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| But honestly it feels like summer… |