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SONGS OF SUMMER
FADING IN A WORLD OF DERELICT T HOUGHTS,
SOUNDS OF WINTER OPEN UP THE WINDOWS OF MY HEART,
TO A TIME WHEN ALL THINGS SEEMED TO RUN SO WELL,
IF YOU HAD TOLD ME IN MY YOUTH THAT I WOULD END UP LIVING ON THE STREETS WITH NO SHOES ON MY FEET.`I WOULD HAVE FLED TO A FAR OFF LAND AND LIVED MY LIFE AS A BEGGAR MAN,

IN A WORLD WHERE WE HAVE MOUNTAINS OF BUTTER,
WHY ARE CHILDREN DYING IN THE GUTTER?

FUNKY CLOTHING, LONG HAIR, ACID TABS WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE.
NOTHINGS CHANGED THE SAME OLD GAMES.
NEW AGE, JUST LIKE THE OLD AGE.

SELLING ME SOMETHING I DON’T NEED.
YOU GET FAT, FAT FAT FATTER.
AS THE PEOPLE BLEED.
GOVERNMENTS UNABLE TO FILL THE NEEDS.

WHEN WILL IT END,
WHAT'S IT ALL FOR,
WHERE ARE WE HEADING,
DON’T KNOW OR NOT SURE.

BANG BANG HERE COMES THE GANG.
STEAL MY THUNDERBIRD AND LEAVE ME TO HANG.