"Home For The Summer"

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We started getting close.
Freshman year when all our friends were smoking cigarettes.
And we couldn't stand that secondhand smoke.
So we'd leave and drive around.
Until you had to leave and drop me off at home.
Swear that was yesterday.
But in 2 weeks,I'd be moving south,and you'd be moving to a town.
That i'd never heard of.
I wish we had more time.
Why did I ever wanna grow up?
You said you'll see me when we're home for the summer.

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