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So where did August go? |
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The leaves are shriveled up and dead |
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What started yellow |
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Has turned to gray, I turned you red |
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I was suffocating, so |
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I took a breath and let you go |
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You left me leaning, I spent the evening |
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Pounding sand with pounding head |
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I woke up to the rain and it won't be the same |
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And it won't be the same here without you |
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So goodbye and good luck, know it won't be the same |
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And it won't be the same and it won't be the same |
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Was kinda drunk that night, you know |
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And now I'm outside kicking stones |
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And getting drunk on grief, drunk and incomplete |
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Walking Carson Street alone |
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The summer heat, it grabbed me by |
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The neck and hung me out to dry |
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Dropping into cold, twist my fists in folds |
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Of my winter clothes |
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So where did August go? |
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The leaves are shriveled up and dead |
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What started yellow |
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Has turned to gray, I turned you red |
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I was suffocating, so |
|
I took a breath and let you go |
|
You left me leaning, I spent the evening |
|
Pounding sand with pounding head |
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I woke up to the rain and it won't be the same |
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And it won't be the same here without you |
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So goodbye and good luck, know it won't be the same |
|
And it won't be the same and it won't be the same |
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Was kinda drunk that night, you know |
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And now I'm outside kicking stones |
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And getting drunk on grief, drunk and incomplete |
|
Walking Carson Street alone |
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The summer heat, it grabbed me by |
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The neck and hung me out to dry |
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Dropping into cold, twist my fists in folds |
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Of my winter clothes alone |
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I'm going home |
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To an empty room, to a cave on Orchard Road |
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Absurd ****ing world |
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Feel like dropping dead, but I laugh instead, dumb guy, smart girl |