Summer Lyrics:
Middle of July
I think I miss you
Stayin’ out all night
Ain’t got shit to do

On a train
And I’m feeling like I wanna do something
I’ll regret
When the sun comes up tomorrow morning

So I choose marijuana, cigarettes
I’m not gonna say I’m sorry
So I choose, met a boy, I can’t forget
James Dean on a fuckin’ city bike

Think I’ll start a band
Play some Nirvana
Don’t have any plans
I miss Obama

On a train
And I’m feeling like I wanna do something
I’ll regret
When the sun comes up tomorrow morning

So I choose marijuana, cigarettes
I’m not gonna say I’m sorry
So I choose, met a boy, I can’t forget
James Dean on a fuckin’ city bike

(So I choose marijuana, cigarettes
I’m not gonna say I’m sorry
So I choose, met a boy, I can’t forget
James Dean on a fuckin’ city bike)

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