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the summer ends and we wonder where we are |
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And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car |
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And you both look so young |
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And last night was hard, you said |
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You packed up every room |
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And then you cried and went to bed |
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But today you closed the door and said |
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"we have to get a move on. |
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It's just that time of year when we push ourselves ahead, |
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We push ourselves ahead." |
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And it was cloudy in the morning |
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And it rained as you drove away |
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And the same things looked different |
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It's the end of the summer |
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It's the end of the summer, |
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When you move to another place |
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And i feel like the neighbor's girl who will never be the same |
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She walked alone all spring, |
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She had a boyfriend when the summer came |
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And he gave her flowers in a lightning storm |
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They disappeared at night in green fields of silver corn |
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And sometime in july she just forgot that he was leaving |
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So when the fields were dying, she held on to his sleeves |
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She held on to his sleeves |
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And she doesn't want to let go |
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'cause she won't know what she's up against |
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The classrooms and the smart girls |
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It's the end of the summer |
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It's the end of the summer |
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When you hang your flowers up to dry |
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And i had a dream it blows the autumn through my head |
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It felt like the first day of school |
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But i was going to the moon instead |
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And i walked down the hall |
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With the notebooks they got for me |
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My dad led me through the house |
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My mom drank instant coffee |
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But i didn't want to tell them |
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There are just some moments when your family makes sense |
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They just make sense |
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So i raised up my arms and my mother put the sweater on |
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We walked out on the dark and frozen grass |
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The end of the summer |
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It's the end of the summer |
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When you send your children to the moon |
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The summer ends and we wonder who we are |
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And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car |
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And today i passed the high school, the river, the maple tree |
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I passed the farms that made it |
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Through the last days of the century |
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And i knew that i was going to learn again |
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Again, in this less hazy light |
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I saw the fields beyond the fields |
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The fields beyond the fields |
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And the colors are much brighter now |
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It's like they really want to tell the truth |
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We give our testimony to the end of the summer |
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It's the end of the summer, |
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You can spin the light to gold. |