it's the time of the year
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when the good things disappear
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everything dies and you ask yourself why
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two and a half, wanna laugh, do the math
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winter of my discontent, freedom's gonna pay the rent
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time, you know, well it rears it's ugly head again
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fast forward, it's over
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and I don't want too much
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when it's over, summer's over
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and I don't want too much
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when it's over, summer's over
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and the last of loyal covered up in baby oil
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lesson learned, body burned and release the mortal coil
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Steger Boys are home, no more sharking of the loan
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yellow bus deliver us, sea unto the stone
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time, you know, it rears it's ugly head again
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fly south kid, game over
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and I don't want too much
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when it's over, summer's over
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and I don't want too much
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when it's over, summer's over
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comatose, comatose, here I stand
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with my heart in a song and my head in the sand
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I'm not giving up, I don't wanna try
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and I'm not really crying, it's sand in my eyes
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Buddy Holly nose dived to the summertime blues
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Brian Wilson went mad with the summertime blues
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Eddie got mad and he said he's gonna sue
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and I don't want too much
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when it's over, summer's over
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and I don't want too much
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when it's over, summer's over, summer's over
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Summer's Over
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| Army Of Freshmen |
