| I know this day in the summertime
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| My uncle’s lake on the fourth of July
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| I saw the cabin, my sister tried
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| To call like a loon with her hands kept tight
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| Up against her mouth
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| As the fireflies became visible in the failing summer light
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| A sparkler in my hand
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| I went after them as they went out into the night
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| I cornered them to a quiet place
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| Where the grass grew tall as it met the lake
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| It was a different bug, must have bit my leg
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| Though I never saw him
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| Back at home I cry in my room
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| My closest friend, the one that I confided to
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| I wanted her, but she wanted you
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| I was sick in bed, I could barely move
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| And then as my body turned against itself
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| I prayed for death that I come back to be anyone else
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| Be anyone else
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| Be anyone else
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| As the sickness formed within my cells
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| You never love me like the way you love anyone else
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| You dig a hole, dig it deep enough
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| The truth buries itself, it buries itself
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| And I, I disowned my
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| Own family
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| Oh, for love
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| Oh, for love
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| I was ashamed of my sister because
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| She lied to me when I wasn’t good enough
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| Sorry, sorry
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| You were the only thing I should have ever loved
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| Sorry, sorry |