"There's no point in even trying to get up
I got my eyes glued to the blue sky above
I got my eyes glued to the blue sky above
And it's been a beautiful summer
It reminds me of when I was younger
I used to count down to the sound of thunder
I smell fresh cut grass mixed with the burned rubber
And I don't even take a glance to know
Cause I can hear the traffic as it passes slow
They're on the other side of the window
They're on the other side of the window
You play your cards, had to stay strong
But it ain't that hard to sing a sad song
We all got stars and broken parts
We all got stars and broken parts
But most of the marks stay close to my heart
Waiting for the downpore to start
The rain clouds over my head got dark"
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