| The smell of summer, the dark days
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| A roll of thunder in the low haze
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| Sparklers of the lawn spellin' words out
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| Standin' on my own, watch 'em burn out
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| Something’s broken, still the band plays
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| I’m blowin' on a dark sky
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| And fallin' to the ground
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| Colors escapin' my eyes
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| From ever lookin' down
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| I guess I’m seein' what I shoulda known
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| In shades of red and blue and gold and yellow
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| But suddenly the truth hurts
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| Under the fireworks
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| Roman candles on my rooftop
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| Detonation like a backdrop
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| So you say you miss how it used to feel
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| But how you gonna miss what was never real?
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| Once you light the fuse you won’t stop
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| I’m blowin' on a dark sky
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| And fallin' to the ground
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| Colors escapin' my eyes
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| From ever lookin' down
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| I guess I’m seein' what I shoulda known
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| In shades of red and blue and gold and yellow
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| But suddenly the truth hurts
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| Under the fireworks
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| Under the fireworks, yeah
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| Under the fireworks, na
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| Under the fireworks
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| And suddenly the truth hurts
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| Guess I’m seein' what I shoulda known
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| In shades of red and blue and gold
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| And suddenly the truth hurts
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| Under the fireworks |