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These days I hate the summer
And this place wasn't meant for sleeping
You can just lay and think and hear
Surf's down for me, I never learned
Can I save us killing the waiters
I never will be one I know
This time I have to prove it
And that face wasn't meant for lying
I can't just figure people out
Or crack this case i'm proving wrong
