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| Summer Song | |
| Written by | Rob Cantor |
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| Appears on | N/A |
| Sung by | Rob Cantor |
| Duration | N/A |
| Genre | Rock |
| Language | English |
Summer Song is a song by Rob Cantor that was performed at solo acoustic sets in the early 2000s.
Lyrics
Note: An official lyrics sheet isn't available so these have been guessed based off the only existing recordings.
I know we've got this much more time to spend So much more than time lost, and then I know we're feeling what was missing before And each day I'm feeling it more and more And if we had more time it couldn't be the same (had more time) Because the timer on this game is marking our place through this lonely space I know the jet lag on this time machine is far too much Or did I get to only wanting your touch I think I'm cursed This timing's the worst I've fallen just in time to get hurt And if I could feel this urgency it wouldn't be like this No desperation brings this bitch I'm cursing, balled up and blabbering overall I won't have any stories to tell If I don't live my life as well As I can, this summers left me Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding I know we've got this much more time to spend So much more than time lost, and then I know we're feeling what was missing before And each day I'm feeling it more and more And if we had more time it couldn't be the same (had more time) Because the timer on this game is marking our place through this lonely space I won't have any stories to tell If I don't live my life as well As I can, this summers left me Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding I won't have any stories to tell If I don't live my life as well As I can, this summers left me Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding