| Hey child it’s a quarter to four
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| You know it took a little time with my head on the floor
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| Before i understood why i needed to find the door
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| Summer’s here to rattle ceiling fans
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| A lot of people leaning up against the moving vans —
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| You know there’s pollen on the bottles laying in the garbage cans
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| Well the wind is hot and all the leaves are green
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| And now i’m reading what you say on the computer screen
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| But i knew that this was coming back when we were seventeen
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| I don’t want anybody saying don’t look back
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| I’m not going to go to pieces when i ride around this town
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| The things you’ve done have made me what i am
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| And that’s catching the bus and half singing the tears of a clown
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| So we can walk around and we can laugh all night
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| It’s hard to fit a lot of years in a friday night
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| 'Cause there always seems to be something left to say
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| Well we got a little money and we took a drive
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| We broke down flat on the M25
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| After freshman year, they say you’re lucky to be alive
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| Well you can be asured that we were not the first |
| To look across that parking lot and put a curse
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| On any space and time that brings and end to May
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| Try to fall in love, try to get control
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| You try to find a little bit of that in rock and roll
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| And that’s almost enough when there’s nothing that you know to say
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| I don’t want anybody saying don’t look back
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| I’m not going to go to pieces when i ride around this town
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| The things you’ve done have made me what i am
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| And that’s catching the bus and half singing the tears of a clown
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| So we can walk around and we can laugh all night
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| It’s hard to fit a lot of years in a friday night
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| Cause there always seems to be something left to say
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| I don’t want anybody saying don’t look back
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| I’m not going to go to pieces when i ride around this town
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| The things you’ve done have made me what i am
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| And that’s catching the bus and half singing the tears of a clown
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| So we can walk around and we can laugh all night
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| It’s hard to fit a lot of years in a friday night
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| Cause there always seems to be something left to say |