| I got my coke and I got my gin
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| I take my coat off and I tell the bartender to fill me up to the brim
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| I had a pretty rough November
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| I lost my Dad, he used to call me and say «Son have you made it yet?»
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| So I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting for somebody else to tell me how to live my life
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| I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting on somebody else to tell me how to live my life
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| I can still hear my mother cry
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| Telling me to pack my bag
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| And get the hell out of her life
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| She must have had a pretty good reason
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| Cause I don’t have many friends
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| And I don’t remember where I stayed that evening
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| But I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting for somebody else to tell me how to live my life
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| I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting for somebody else to tell me how to live my life
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| Women come and the women go
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| I met this girl, we were headed to somewhere in Mexico
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| She could never stay too long
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| She always had a flight to catch
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| And I was always doing something wrong
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| But I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting on somebody else to tell me how to live my life
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| I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting on somebody else to tell me how to live my life
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| Women go…
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| Met this girl…
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| We was headed to somewhere in Mexico
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| I’m not waiting on the summer
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| I’m not waiting on somebody else to tell my how to live my life |