Chorus
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One for the corner
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Two for the train
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Three for the kids with the beats on their brains
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Four for the sunshine that's blazing hot
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It's all we got to give, so we give it all we got
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It's the best of times, it's the worst of times
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So we got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds
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The flows you breathe in like O2
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That go to your head and get you trippin' like toadstools
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So you know you be in competent hands
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Like a veteran QB who be throwing balls to the stands for the fans
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The band gets you out of your seat
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I get you out of your brain astroplaning the street
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Cuz you gotta pay rent, you gotta make friends
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You gotta stay sane, so when the day ends
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You wanna find yourself where you can lose yourself
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Lookin through yourself so you can prove yourself
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You wanna love a little and laugh a lot
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You wanna be higher than an astronaut
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You never wanna ever have to come up for air
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So we're taking you half way there
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CHORUS
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In a field of broken dreams I put my stakes down
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Where pens, amps, mics and strings all come to break ground
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To chase down the great crown of great sounds
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To build upon our life or likely break down
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We race round the playground way up to way down
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day up to day down stay up to lay down
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Tracks and beats, from the front to the back of your seats
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That's got you back on your feet
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You'll be singing for the night, singing for the day
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Singing for the joy of life, singing for our pay
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Listen up kids cuz we've got something to play
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And we'll have good times, good times
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CHORUS
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One Summer
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2 Skinnee J's |