Walking around, looking down
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For something better
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There's nothing better
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Some old weird and familiar sound
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It's just you leaving town, my God
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August came around
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Summer comes and leaves you with a fever
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That you caught
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When you were young
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Summer goes, makes you feel like life is real
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And hanging on for more
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Empty streets, empty me
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Just call me vagabond
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Wondering in the sun
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This is getting sort of old
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Wandering aimlessly
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Is it empty streets or empty me?
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Hanging, hanging
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Holding on for me, hoping, praying
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This will all start over
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Come back for me
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We will walk the streets
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Of this old town
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Make me a promise
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This will all come back around
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Summer, Summer
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| The Almost |
