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punk rock plays on the radio
our hands intertwine and my heart soars
feet up on the dashboard, breeze coming in the window
what more could we ask for?

driving on a summer night
the radios low
but the city lights shine so bright
nothing but silence when we stop
the winds just above a whisper
i feel like were on top of the world
nothing can stop us,
no, nothing can stop us

when the summer has gone by
and you're nothing but a memory
i'll move back to my hometown
while you stayed in that wretched town, for a fucking century
i'm movin' on just like you told me too
you told me to live my life
drink a few
then drive around on our Saturday nights

we'd run the town for a night
bar hopping,
to giving the little kids a sight to see
driving to our spot
where we watch the sunrise

staying home on a summer night
playing rock band in your basement
until the moon sets
and your parents are yelling at us
to turn that shit down
but we turn it right back up
just to wake up the whole goddamn town

now that summers gone
i'll remember the times we spent together
the leaves are falling
its the all 'cause of the weather
getting closer to winter and farther from summer
i always turn the radio
put on low
and drive to our summer song