| We used to like this song with snow piled up outside
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| We used to wonder when the mornings would turn mild
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| Now everything is upside down
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| From Lake Louise to Spanish Town
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| Is this the year the leaves don’t lose their color?
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| And hummingbirds, they don’t come back to hover
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| Now I’m a broken record
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| I’m year-round bummer, but
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer, no
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer
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| It’s New Year’s day and we’re not burning anything
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| I miss the cold and I miss looking out for spring
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| What’s coming, greeting the words
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| Of all the signs we understood
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| Is this the year the dogwoods, they don’t flower
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| Is this the year the fruit, it all stays sour?
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| Now I’m a broken record
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| I’m year-round bummer, but
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer, no
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer
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| Is this the year the leaves don’t lose their color?
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| And hummingbirds, they don’t come back to hover
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| Now I don’t need to be a
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| A giant bummer, but
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer, no
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer, no
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| I’m not ready for an endless summer |