Well I lost my ways
Through different rejects
Well it's hard to say
I was an object
Hallucinating through those bad trips
Well I never went to summer classes

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Until I found my way
Trapped between this page
Broken by my sins
Ever wonder if this question's right or wrong to keep?
Be there right by me
Broken down in three
All the others from my past just tend to come and leave
You said you want it real
Be my summer Jill
We could spend the time just going up and down the hill
Forget about the past
Nothing seems to last
Even when you think you had it all you don't
Yet. . ..
So who's to say
You were a bad chick
Well those summer days
Weren't so tragic
Hallucinating through those bad trips
Well I never went to summer classes