| Summer here is over in a million different ways
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| You look like a dream sometimes, but I don’t dream these days
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| And yesterday the snow fell, by four o’clock it thawed
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| And last night making love to you, well, honey, it was such a fraud
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| 'Cause you can find yourself a lover
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| You can make yourself a home
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| And you can want no other ever
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| But it’s never too late to be alone
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| To be alone
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| So everything is settled or so we do pretend
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| From a beautiful beginning, babe, to a muted kind of end
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| And our separate possessions are shuffled up on shelves
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| Like our fingers lock together when we talk about ourselves
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| 'Cause you can find yourself a lover
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| And you can make yourself a home
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| And you can want no other ever
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| But it’s never too late to be alone
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| You can find yourself one day staring into space
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| With a suitcase waiting by the door
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| You can think you’ve got it made 'til it hits you in the face
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| That these are not the people you wanted to be before
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| So summer here is over, you can feel it in the air
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| From the down-town shells to the upland hills
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| The chill is everywhere
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| 'Cause you can find yourself a lover
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| And you can make yourself a home
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| And you can want no other ever
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| But it’s never too late to be alone
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| No, it’s never too late to be alone
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| No, baby, it’s never too late to be alone
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| To be alone
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| You can find yourself a lover
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| You can find yourself
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| Don’t be so sure, babe
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| You can find yourself a lover
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| 'Cause you can find yourself alone
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| You can find yourself
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| You can want no other ever, ever, ever, baby
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| You can find yourself a lover |