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I did it for the first time Do not judge strictly
EmWalking around, looking Cdown For something bAmetter There's nothing better EmSame old weird and familiar Csound It's just you lAmeaving town, my God CAugust came around
EmSummer cGomes and lCeaves you with a fever That you cDaught When you were young EmSummer gGoes, mCakes you feel like life is real And hDanging on for more
Empty streets, empty me Call me vagabond Wondering in the sun This is getting sort of old Wandering aimlessly Is it empty streets or empty me? Hanging, hanging Holding on for me, hoping, praying This 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