Walking around, looking down
For something better
There’s nothing better
Same old weird and familiar sound
It’s just you leaving town, my God
August came around
Summer comes and, Leaves you with a fever
That you caught when you were young
Summer goes, makes you feel
Like life is real and hanging on for more
Empty streets, empty me
Just call me vagabond
Wondering in the sun, this is getting sort of old
Wandering aimlessly,
Is it empty streets, or empty me
Summer comes and, Leaves you with a fever
That you caught when you were young
Summer goes, makes you feel
Like life is real and hanging on for more
Hanging, hanging
Holding on for more, hoping, praying,
It will all start over
Come back for me, we will walk the streets
Of this old town
Make me a promise
This will all come back around
Summer comes and goes and leaves you
Wanting more, it comes and goes and leaves you
Summer comes and, Leaves you with a fever
That you caught when you were young
Summer goes, makes you feel
Like life is real and hanging on for more
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