She's just waiting for the summertime, when the weather's fine. She could hitch a ride out of town. And so far away from that low down, good for nothing, mistake making fool. With excuses like, "Baby that was a long time ago." But that's just a euphemism. If you want the truth he was out of control. But a short time is a long time. When your mind just won't let it go. Well summer came along and then it was gone, and so was she. But not from him, 'cause he followed her. Just to let her know, her dreams are dreams. And all this living is so much harder then it seems. But don't let your dreams be dreams.
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