Another week goes by,
I find myself waking up in August

I roll over again turning towards the sun

Watery in the heat, wash, rinse, repeat
September reverses and the seasons fall out of balance
Makes you want to jump to try and keep up

I roll over again turning towards the sun

Cooler on the coast, drive arrive, come undone
September remembers and the music just reminds you of home
Makes you want to break down, fall down, lag behind

Another week goes by,
I find myself dozing off in July

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