It's so hot around, and the schools let out
So the pools will flood, write my name in mud
And I feel like flying away from here
Yeah, I feel like crying, but I'm all out of tears
Well, freedom was a pretty word they'd throw around the chapel
All the blonde haired angels throwing songs at the ceiling
'Til they'd all come falling one by one
Yeah, they'd all come falling out into nothing
It's so hot around in this old cowtown
And no one ever makes a sound except me on this guitar
And I feel like flying away from here
Yeah, I feel like crying, but I'm all out of tears
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