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This city's beautiful And summer's so brand new to you It's getting through to you Then winter comes on like a funeral And we're trudging through the week again These small towns are stomping grounds And all our friends are college-bound And no one's calling now We never spent spring break in Mazatlan I'm feeling cheated and misleaded But it's cool though, 'cause every girl that you know Came back with some sunburn and some cornrows But after the fall we'll get away from it all, again We're dreaming of the cashflows, And flying international It's so irrational When scraping by's never felt so fashionable So I'm praying for that Powerball This city's still beautiful And we're all up to the usual Just getting through to you Then winter comes on like a funeral We're just trudging through the streets again Letras de canciones When you sort it out you got a lot left going, You gotta sort it out 'Cause I know and you know we got a lot left When you sort it out you gotta stop and just floor it, You gotta sort it out 'Cause I know and you know we got a lot left When you sort it out you gotta stop and explore it, You gotta sort it out 'Cause I know and you know we got a lot left going From Letras Mania