| The summer ends and we wonder where we are
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| And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car
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| And you both look so young
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| And last night was hard, you said
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| You packed up every room
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| And then you cried and went to bed
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| But today you closed the door
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| And said «We have to get a move on
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| It’s just that time of year
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| When we push ourselves ahead
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| We push ourselves ahead.»
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| And it was cloudy in the morning
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| And it rained as you drove away
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| And the same things looked different
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| It’s the end of the summer
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| It’s the end of the summer
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| When you move to another place
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| And I feel like the neighbor’s girl
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| Who will never be the same
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| She walked alone all spring
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| She had a boyfriend when the summer came
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| And he gave her flowers in a lightning storm
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| They disappeared at night in green fields of silver corn
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| And sometime in July she just forgot that he was leaving
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| So when the fields were dying, she held on to his sleeves
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| She held on to his sleeves
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| And she doesn’t want to let go
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| 'Cause she won’t know what she’s up against
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| The classrooms and the smart girls
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| It’s the end of the summer
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| It’s the end of the summer
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| When you hang your flowers up to dry
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| And I had a dream
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| It blows the autumn through my head
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| It felt like the first day of school
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| But I was going to the moon instead
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| And I walked down the hall
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| With the notebooks they got for me
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| My dad led me through the house
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| My mom drank instant coffee
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| And I knew that I would crash
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| But I didn’t want to tell them
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| There are just some moments
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| When your family makes sense
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| They just make sense
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| So I raised up my arms and my mother put the sweater on
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| We walked out on the dark and frozen grass
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| The end of the summer
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| It’s the end of the summer
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| When you send your children to the moon
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| The summer ends and we wonder who we are
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| And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car
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| And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree
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| I passed the farms that made it
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| Through the last days of the century
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| And I knew that I was going to learn again
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| Again, in this less hazy light
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| I saw the fields beyond the fields
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| The fields beyond the fields
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| And the colors are much brighter now
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| It’s like they really want to tell the truth
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| We give our testimony to the end of the summer
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| It’s the end of the summer
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| You can spin the light to gold |