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I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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