| Close the door and leave me inside,
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| I’ll miss the fireworks burning in those eyes,
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| Remember the songs that we used to sing,
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| Come August, I’ll still be singing.
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| Don’t be the one, don’t be the one;
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| To fall out of line.
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| Watch the blue roses fall from your hands,
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| Remember summer when we all had second chances.
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| Someday you’ll see,
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| Come August, I’ll still be singing.
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| Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,
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| To fall out of line.
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| Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,
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| To say good-bye.
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| It’s been so long since I’ve ever had an option.
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| (So cold)
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| It’s been so long since I’ve ever had an option.
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| Someday these scribbled lines will be straight,
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| Conversations will never bare your name.
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| Someday you’ll see,
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| Come August, I’ll bet you’ll still be singing.
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| Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,
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| To fall out of line.
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| Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,
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| To say good-bye.
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| It’s been so long since I’ve ever had an option
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| It’s what you wanted.
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| (So cold)
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| I gotta get out of here.
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| Oooh. |