| And while the city sleeps
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| I won’t weep because I didn’t keep
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| My boyfriend and the summer’s end is here again
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| And the leaves are golden
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| Under the grand silver birch tree
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| While we’re thinking bout the people we meet
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| Dancing feet, wasters on the cover of a magazine
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| People you’ve kissed, people you lust
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| And the one’s that you might not
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| Ever remember what’s the use
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| I’m not what I was last summer
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| Not who I was in the spring
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me when will we learn
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| We love it and we leave it and we watch it burn
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| Damn these wild young hearts
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| Damn these wild young hearts
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| Now that the city’s awake, my heart aches
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| Oh what a silly mistake it seems I’ve made
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| You left your keys under my bed
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| Left a thumpin in my head
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| I would say sorry, what’s the use
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| Cause, I’m not what I was last September
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| And I don’t wear the same robes in May
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| We know we shouldn’t do it, but we do it anyway
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| We know we might regret it but it seemed ok
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| Damn this wild young heart
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| Damn this wild young heart
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| Damn this wild young heart
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| If now is forever then what’s to prove
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| Cause it won’t be the same next summer
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| And I guess I’ll see you in the spring
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| Somebody tell me, tell me, tell me, when will I learn
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| I love it and I leave it and I watch it burn
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| Damn this wild young heart
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| I told you damn this wild young heart
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| Damn this wild young
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me when will I learn
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| Damn this wild young heart |