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AND NO BIRDS ARE A-SINGING AND THE TREES ARE A-SWINGING<
SUMMER’S GONE NOW, SUMMER’S GONE, IT ALL FADED AWAY
AND THE TREES ARE BARE AND THE WIND IT BLOWS COLD

SOMEHOW IT ALL JUST CAME TO AN END
SOMEHOW IT ALL JUST FADED AWAY
SUMMER’S GONE NOW, SUMMER’S GONE
AND WE’RE LEFT TO STAY

HEY, BABY, LISTEN, I KNOW FOR SURE
I CAN’T TAKE THIS NO MORE

OH, AND BABY WHY NOT JUST LEAVE YOU TO ROT
NOW THAT SUMMER’S GONE, NOW SUMMER’S GONE
IT’S GETTING COLDER, BABE
AND THE TREES ARE BARE
AND I ADMIT I’M CONFUSED AND SCARED
NOW THAT SUMMER’S GONE, YEAH SUMMER’S GONE
IT’S ALL OVER NOW

HEY, BABY, LISTEN, I KNOW FOR SURE
I CAN’T TAKE THIS NO MORE
HEY, BABY, LISTEN, I CAN’T HAVE THIS ANY LONGER
…I CAN’T STAND YOU ANYMORE MORE<

ALL THOSE THINGS I CANNOT BEAR
ALL THOSE THINGS YOU DON’T WANNA HEAR
SOMETIMES YOU JUST MAKE ME SICK
SOMETIMES YOU JUST MAKE ME WANNA LEAVE
AND IF YOU WANNA KNOW THE TRUTH OF IT
YOU’RE DEAD RIGHT TO BE SCARED, BABY
‘CAUSE I WANT YOU TO BE SCARED
AND I WANT YOU TO WATCH ME GO
SEE ME RUN FROM YOU, HIDE FROM YOU,
LAUGH AT YOU AND LEAVE YOU FOR GOOD<
AND I WANT YOU TO REGRET
AND I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME BACK
OH, I’M TIRED, BABY, I’M TIRED, BABY

AND NO BIRDS ARE A-SINGING AND EVERYTHING IS MINGING
SUMMER’S GONE NOW, SUMMER’S GONE, IT ALL FADED AWAY
AND I REALLY MEAN THIS, GIRL
IT COULDN’T BE MORE FROM THE HEART
SUMMER’S GONE NOW, SUMMER’S GONE
I’M NOT JUST SOME DOG
I DON’T NEED ANOTHER ONE TO TAKE ME FOR GRANTED
OH, YEAH, WE HAD GOOD TIMES
BUT WHAT ABOUT THEM NOW?
NOW THAT SUMMER’S GONE, YEAH, SUMMER’S GONE
IT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL
OH, YEAH, WE HAD ALL THE FUN OF THE FAIR
WE HAD ALL THE FUCKING FUN OF THE FAIR
BUT NOW SUMMER’S GONE, YEAH, SUMMER’S GONE
AND WE’RE LEFT TO STRAY
WELL, I GUESS IT’S NOT THAT BAD

OH, YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, BOYS
CHICK-FLICK-STYLE
NOW FOR THE SMOOCHY, KISSY-LOVEY-DOVEY ENDING
FOR ALL THE CHEESY ONES OUT THERE>
MAKE ME CRY

I STILL CARE, GIRL
WELL, I GUESS I WOULD MISS YOU FAR TOO MUCH ANYWAY
YEAH, I’LL MISS THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
THE WAY YOU HOLD ME AND PRESS ME TO YOUR BREAST
AND PRESS ME TO YOUR LIPS AND PRESS ME TO YOUR HEART
AND TELL ME WHO WOULD HOLD MY HAND THE WAY YOU DO?
AND WHO WOULD DO ALL THE THINGS YOU DO?
ALL THE THINGS YOU DO
LET ME TELL YOU, GIRL, LET ME TELL YOU THAT I DON’T CARE
NO, I DON’T CARE, ‘CAUSE IT WOULDN’T BE YOU

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