"In the summer feeling hot and bold
I paint the town; I'll paint it gold
With these flesh and bones I will shine
I'll carry myself with my newfound pride
Honestly I can't bare to take
10 more seconds of this fucked up place
And I have yet to feel complacency
Yet that's not what people are telling me
I guess
I guess I miss you in last summer's dress
Yeah I miss you in last summer's dress
And I feel
I'll count to ten and it'll all be real
Just count to ten and show me how to feel
And I'll make
I'll make a song so we can celebrate
Oh wait that's right there's nothing that we can celebrate"
I'm so glad I'm out of that frame of mind.
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