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It's all just a dream,

the girls that i see and miss the most,

only stay east, none on the west coast,

except for my mom but i'll never boast,

go on roast me, i could care less,

i suggest you try a bit harder,

or go a bit farther,

next time before you become the departer,

remember when i asked you why all the time?

it's cause i knew it to be false,

now i try to locate any faults,

as i try to rediscover my pulse,

if only i could have you,

the way i did this past Summer,

in the city with any drummer,

i'll play out all of last Summer.