Close the door and leave me inside,
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Ill miss the fireworks burning in those eyes,
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Remember the songs that we used to sing,
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Come August, I'll still be singing.
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Dont be the one, don't be the one;
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to fall out of line.
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Watch the blue roses fall from your hands,
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Remember summer when we all had second chances.
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Someday you'll see,
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Come summer, I'll still be singing.
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Don't be the one, don't be the one,
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to fall out of line.
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Don't be the one, don't be the one,
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to say good-bye.
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I gotta get out of here.
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It's been so long since I've ever had an option.
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(so cold)
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I gotta get out of here.
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It's been so long since I've ever had an option.
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Someday these scribbled lines will be straight,
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Conversations will never bare your name.
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Someday you'll see,
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Come summer, I'll bet you'll still be singing.
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Don't be the one, don't be the one,
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to fall out of line.
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Don't be the one, don't be the one,
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to say good-bye.
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I gotta get out of here.
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It's been so long since I've ever had an option
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I gotta get out of here.
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I gotta get out of here.
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It's what you wanted.
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I gotta get out of here.
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(so cold)
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I gotta get out of here.
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Oooh.
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The Blue Roses
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| Rookie Of The Year |
