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Slave To The Summer, Son
Get your head out of the covers, there is nothing left to learn When you're waiting round for something that may never even come Lower all your expectation, laze around in overdrive Fill your water-gun with water then you shoot down all the flies - cos CHORUS You're a slave to the summer, son - And how're you ever gonna get things done If we sit and watch our skin just burn - We are slaves to the summer, son VERSE Fill your pockets full of nothing, lose your willingness to work If it's only for the summer just make sure no-one gets hurt Put your coffee-making artistry to such extensive use In conjunction with your horizontal expertise is proof - that CHORUS VERSE Piss around just doing nothing, that's your quality of life Living down your expectations and your own degrees of strife There's a chance to make your money but it doesn't mean a lot When you're free for all the summer you can waste the time you've got - cos CHORUS Slaves unto the summer, slaves unto the summer, son
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