| Suburbian royalty
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| 'Cause his neighbors let us use the pool
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| He gave me pleasure underneath the water
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| And it felt so good
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| Now we’re power sliding 'til the flat spots stop us
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| They call the cops on us
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| The time tick tocks, you drop me off
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| Summer’s over when I die
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| Can’t let go of the heat, can’t let go of your hand
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| I roll into the deep end
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| 'Cause I wanna feel the wind blow while I ride
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| Sun’s up, I glisten
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| You’re good at transition
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| You could pass for masculine
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| But that’s not why I like it (no, no, no, no)
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| And we share a couple cigarettes before we go to bed
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| And you got the plastic
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| That’s fucking fantastic
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| Now were powersliding 'til we can both pass out
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| You got the TV on with the volume down
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| For colors in the background
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| Summer’s over when I die
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| Can’t let go of the heat, can’t let go of your hand
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| I roll into the deep end
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| 'Cause I wanna feel the wind blow while I ride
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| Sun’s up, I glisten
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| You’re good at transition
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| Summer’s over when I die
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| Can’t let go of the heat, can’t let go of your hand
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| I roll into the deep end
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| 'Cause I wanna feel the wind blow while I ride
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| Sun’s up, I glisten
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| You’re good at transition
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| Get lost!
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| His muscles flex when he takes a puff from his cigarette
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| He’s looking tough and so friendly
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| I’m impressed
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| Get lost!
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| You stop, I’m taking your picture
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| Crack a smile through the lens
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| My god, I swear this is perfect
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| Let the sunset take us down
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| Get lost!
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| Ahh, ahh
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| Get lost!
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| Ahh, ahh
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| It’s cold!
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| Ryan could you skateboard for us? |