Summer's gone
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I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall.
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Overworked and now I'm all used up
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This tv haze sucks me through
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I watch the world from me inside
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Overworked and now I'm all used up.
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Final drag, fills my lungs and makes me high,
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They fill up, as I bottom out,
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Steering wheels, watch them driving
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Driving with some place to go, i'd steer myself, but i don't have a route
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Looking onto men, no ice cream man...
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Or Beaches filled with sand
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While the tv trays,
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Wasted summer days slowly slipping away.
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But you're so little help
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when days are slow
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and i'm down inside
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i'll have to go
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you're so little help
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when mine's slow
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when i'm down inside
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summer's gone
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i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
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Overworked and now i'm all used up
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this tv haze, sucks me through
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i watch the world from me inside
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overworked and now i'm all used up
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looking on to men, no ice cream man...
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Or beaches filled with sand
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While the tv trays, wasted summer days
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Slowly slipping away
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But you're so little help
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when days are slow
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and I'm down inside
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I have to go...
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You're so little help
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when years are slow
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when i'm down inside...
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i'm down inside
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i'm down inside
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i'm down inside
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Tv Trays
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
