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Summer's Over

from Mobtown Punk by A Sunday Fire

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Remember sitting in your front room
Talking about the place we'd go
Where did all that optimism fade to?

We're getting older and I'm tired of excuses
It's getting colder and our words are barely useless

So how do we talk ourselves into the fact that we are small kids
Without hope or ambition
I'm leaving
So how do we talk ourselves into the fact that we will never leave your front yard
Forever with our toes in the grass

We're getting older and our words have become useless
It's getting colder and the leaves are hitting the ground
So how do we talk ourselves into the fact that we are small kids
Without hope or ambition
I'm leaving
So how do we talk ourselves into the fact that we will never leave your front yard
Forever with our toes in the grass

So tell me just one more time
The one about how I sing your favorite lines
So tell me just one more time
The one about how I sing your favorite lines

We're getting older and our words have become useless
It's getting colder and the leaves are hitting the ground
So how do we talk ourselves into the fact that we are small kids
Without hope or ambition
I'm leaving
So how do we talk ourselves into the fact that we will never leave your front yard
Forever with our toes

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from Mobtown Punk, released March 19, 2017
Written and performed by A Sunday Fire

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