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I remember when the days were long,
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and double-speak Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth. And as the summer's ending, The cool air will put your hard heart away. You were so condescending And this is all that's left Scraping paper to document. I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on. Cup your mouth to compress the sound, Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town. And everything that I said was true, As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth. Well, I lost track, and then those words were said. You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed. Soon we woke and I walked you home, And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love. And as the summer's ending, The cool air will rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending. And this is all that's left Scraping paper to document. I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on. And as the summer's ending, The cool air will rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending, As the alcohol drained the days. And as the summer's ending, The cool air will rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending. And this is all that's left The empty bottles, spent cigarettes. So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time to move on. |
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Technicolor girls are always on the phone
talking about their homes and the conversations continue endlessly. Technicolor boys, transistor radios blasting their treble tones and the arguments are disputed after school, in the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules. Patiently you waited for a courting boy's embrace, then everyone would know. But the letter jacket wasn't yours to own and it proves to be on temporary loan. And as they all grow older the truth will be understood, cuz we never turn out the way we thought we would. |
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