| Looking in a window on a rainy day.
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| Thinking about good things that I just threw away.
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| Looking in the gutter, watching the trash go flowing by.
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| Thinking it’s Summer, but there are only clouds in the sky.
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| When I think about what we wasted, makes me sad,
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| We never appreciated what we had.
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| Now I’m standing in a doorway with my overcoat on,
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| It really feels like Summer’s gone.
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| So alone.
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| Summer’s gone.
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| It should have been a laugh, it should have been fun,
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| When I think of all the things that we did last Summer.
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| Now I look back, it seems such a crime,
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| We couldn’t appreciate it at the time.
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| Now I’m standing in a doorway, thinking of Summers gone by.
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| It ought to make me happy, but it just makes me want to cry.
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| I was riding in the car with my mum and dad,
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| He was drivin' the car, the kids were drivin' him mad.
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| Dad looked at us, then he looked at his wife,
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| He must have wondered where we all came from.
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| And then mum said, «Dad, you know it won’t last for long,
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| Before you know it, Summer’s gone.»
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| So alone.
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| Summer’s gone.
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| I really blew it all, when I think it through,
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| I really lost it all when I lost you.
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| Now I’m standing in a doorway with water in my shoes,
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| It really feels like, feels like Summers gone.
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| So alone.
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| Summer’s gone.
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| Summer’s gone, so alone.
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| Summer’s gone. |