Summer Summer

Walking around, looking down
For something better
There's nothing better

Some old weird and familiar sound
It's just you leaving town
My God, August came around

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Summer comes and leaves you with a fever
That you caught
When you were young
Summer goes, makes you feel like life is real
And hanging on for more

Empty streets, empty me
Just call me vagabond
Wondering in the sun

This is getting sort of old
Wandering aimlessly
Is it empty streets or empty me?

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Hanging, hanging
Holding on for me
Hoping, praying this will all start over

Come back for me
We'll walk the streets of this old town
Make me a promise this will all come back around

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