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(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James)
There's an old pair of dangling from a wire
And my old rusty engine is in of some brand new tires
And my front steps, the last of the weekend vettes goes blasting by
Won't be nothing so as this beach in the winter time

Sun's been down since you've been gone, and I know why or for how long
The same old played
I've been trying to along, but I keep on singing the same old song
The end of the summer days, end of the days
I can still hear you laugh, with your hair blowing in my car
I can still feel your curves, when we danced in boardwalk bar
And I can still taste lips from that one last stolen kiss
By the
Won't be nothing so cold as this in the winter time
(chorus)
(Solo)
One day you felt a change and slipped away
Maybe it was meant to be
Now the sound of footsteps makes me and pray you're coming back to me
There's a warm that's blowing as the shadows go tumbling by
And it's picking up sand, and must be what's in my eye
(chorus 2x...)
End of the days, oooh