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Summer Summer

Walking around, looking down

For something better

There's nothing better

Some old weird and familiar sound

It's just you leaving town, my God

August came around

Summer comes and leaves you with a fever

That you caught

When you were young

Summer goes, makes you feel like life is real

And hanging on for more

Empty streets, empty me

Just call me vagabond

Wondering in the sun

This is getting sort of old

Wandering aimlessly

Is it empty streets or empty me?

Hanging, hanging

Holding on for me, hoping, praying

This will all start over

Come back for me

We will walk the streets

Of this old town

Make me a promise

This will all come back around

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Lyrics submitted by Annabelle.

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