| Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand
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| Summer heat’s droppin', closin' up shoppin'
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| Lonely boardwalk empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye
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| The carnival’s cryin', birds all flyin', south
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| I take a turn on your Mama’s street wishin' I could catch a peek
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| Of you on that front step, like «Boy are you here yet?»
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| But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit
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| the ground
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| Summertime’s dyin' birds all flyin', south
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| Well it might be over you might be gone
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| Might not miss me you might’ve moved on
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| But my love will still be hangin' around
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| When the birds fly south
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| I’m Passin' Burke’s and that neon sign I laugh about the punch you threw that
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| night
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| No you never did like her, but I never thought you’d fight her
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| And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss taste the salt drippin' off your
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| lips
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| But I’m brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts
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| Well it might be over you might be gone
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| Might not miss me you might’ve moved on
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| But my love will still be hangin' around
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| When the birds fly south
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| When winter sets in
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| When springtime rolls back to summer again
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| Well it might be over you might be gone
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| Might not miss me you might’ve moved on
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| But my love will still be hangin' around
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| When the birds fly south |