/There's a place by a lake that you go when it's late/
/The summer and the crowds are gone/
/And you sit all alone, with your thoughts getting stoned
just waiting for some peace to come/
/Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you liked
for a minute, then it all felt wrong/
/So you're changing again, all your clothes, all you're friends/
/It's the same as it ever was/
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