| We stood at the end of the summer
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| Taking a look at the sun
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| We walked to the edge of the suburb
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| Wondering what had begun
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| And how is a boy in a new pair of shoes
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| Supposed to get up without hurting
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| When nothing is certain but twitching at curtains
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| Nothing is further from getting you further
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| And back in the day when the way and the summers were long
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| I’m in the way when once all I could do was belong
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| I keep looking back and it’s misting
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| Something is caught in my eye
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| Time keeps on turning and twisting
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| When good can be made into bye
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| From the tip of my tongue it’s all coming out wrong
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| How can I tell you I love you
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| When where we are standing I’m not understanding
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| Where we go next, is it best just to guess
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| And back in the day when the way and the summers were long
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| I’m in the way when once all I could do was belong
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| Do you have to soldier on alone
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| You don’t have to shoulder all the load alone
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| And day’s going fast and I can’t let it pass
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| I’ll always have something to tell you
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| But where we are standing I’m not understanding
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| Where we go next, is it best just to guess
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| And back in the day when the way and the summers were long
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| I’m in the way when once all I could do was belong |