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Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower
Somewhere in april time, they add another hour

I guess i'd better think up a way to spend my time
Just when i'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time
Should i go fishing or get a friend to hang around
It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around

Getting drunk out on the bach, or playing in a band
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand

Was this your celebrated summer? was that your celebrated summer?

Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds
I summer where i winter at, and no one is allowed there

Do you remember when the first snowfall fell
When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell?