| Summertime always smells like cigarettes
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| Sweet rotting garbage and my summertime flesh
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| Summertime always smells like cigarettes
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| I’ve been avoiding my real friends
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| Hanging out at the complex
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| No tying loose ends (Tying loose ends)
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| No tying loose ends
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| Watching my back and I watch too much face
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| Well, shade the only place I feel safe
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| But I’ll risk it just to come to your place
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| Sweating out beer, cools me down I guess
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| Vomit on the sidewalk, you showed me how, yeah
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| Someone’s grilling something, wish I was invited
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| My heart hurts, but it’ll keep it quiet
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| To make room for the sounds of birds, and heat
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| Ambulance riding on up the street
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| Carries up, to you and me
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| Nestled high, treetops
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| Us in the sheets
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| But I’m always excited when it all finally ends
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| Summertime always smells like cigarettes
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| Everybody is dead, by now
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| What do you mean?
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| All my friends, all my friends are dead
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| To me, ghosts don’t haunt me
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| They come and visit me sometimes
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| Nice ones, nice ones
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| And I’m not afraid
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| I am very sure that they do sometimes come
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| From old times, from old times, people
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| People that I used to love
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| They are still around me |