Summer here is over in a million different ways
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You look like a dream sometimes, but I don't dream these days
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Yesterday the snow fell, by four o'clock it thawed
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And last night making love to you, well honey, it was such a fraud
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'Cos you can find yourself a lover
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You can find yourself a home
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You can want no other ever
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But it's never too late to be alone
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So everything is settled or so we do pretend
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From a beautiful beginning babe to a muted kind of end
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And our separate possessions are shuffled up on shelves
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Like our fingers lock together when we talk about ourselves
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You can find yourself one day staring into space
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With a suitcase waiting by the door
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You can think you've got it made 'til it hits you in the face
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That these are not the people you want to be before
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Summer here is over, you can feel it in the air
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From the down-town shells to the upland hills
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The chill is everywhere
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It's Never Too Late To Be Alone
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Del Amitri |