| Your clothes out on the blacktop, scattered suits on the street
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| Frames and broken pictures in the mid-September heat
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| We set these nights on fire, so hot, we burned it down
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| Now all that’s left of us is ashes on the ground
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| I told you back in June, you knew damn well what I would do
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| 365 days, you’ve been making me wait
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| So keep your two-timing games, it’s a lot of too late
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| The summer’s over, over, over, over, over, over
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| Drop your keys from six stories, shout out, «It's raining green»
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| Don’t tell lies in Heaven or an angel will get mean
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| Diamonds and white gold watches, watch how fast they will soar
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| You always say you wanted to give back to the poor
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| I told you back in June, you knew damn well what I would do
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| I won’t be your debutante
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| , won’t be the fool to your
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| savant
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| I can’t fix your cracked up dreams while the leaves fall off these trees
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| I won’t spend the winter nights holding on to what ain’t right
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| You might break your words real fast but mine are made to last |