How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
I've seen enough of nothing new
The blackest stain on history or last laugh blues
Not gonna fight, not gonna cry
Not gonna shop around for one flag to fly
I've seen enough, inventor's age
I've covered up my face, browbeaten shame
I've got the itch, I feel the sting
Like falling in to the deepest sleep, telephone rings
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
I've seen enough, the angry mob
Yeah they were unison da-da-da
They can't be stopped
Sitting at home, making plans
Don't wanna be another silly set of accident hands
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
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