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Me and my friend |
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Dan are going to get some beers |
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And then we're going to go down to the park and drink them there |
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We'll bust out in the sun with a guitar and play some songs |
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Call up our friends and invite them out to share |
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What might be the last weekend of the summer' |
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Cause September's getting colder as it goes |
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And we haven't done enough of this simple kind of stuff |
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This year it's clear we're getting older and it shows |
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Well, work it makes us weary now school's a distant memory |
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It's easy to ask questions of ourselves |
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Like where it is we're going now and what we have to show |
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For all the sunny days we shoved up on the shelf |
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With expectations of our ultimate directions |
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And the stations that we should have reach by now |
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When we haven't read the script and our tender wings are clipped |
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And, yeah, we're scared we might be letting someone down |
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Listen to these heartbreak songs where nothing's really wrong |
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And then we'll smile when we're asked and we say we're fine |
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We're drifting through our middle days |
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We're creeping into middle age, setting in our ways |
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But now it's time to decide now it's time to draw a line |
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In the sand and ask what's more important than days like today |
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So grab some beers, call your friends and meet us here |
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In the summer park with me and my friend |
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Dan |