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Well, summer is over |
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The turnstiles are seized |
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The Ferris wheel turns by itself in the breeze |
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And the big diesel engines |
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Idle out on the lawn |
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Summer is over |
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And my baby's gone |
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And the roller coaster |
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Pulls at it's pins |
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The bumper boats drift out |
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And they drift back in |
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And the September breezes |
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Are bringing winter along |
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Summer is over |
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And my baby's gone |
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And the ring that she won me |
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Is broken in pieces |
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And I sat on the hat |
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Now it's got extra creases |
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And she didn't answer |
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The last time I called |
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To tell her they were scrubbing |
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Our names off the wall |
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But she left a message |
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And I should have known |
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Summer is over |
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And my baby's gone |
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Yeah, summer is over |
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And my baby's gone |
