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Heres the rain, its knockin at my door,
Hand-in-hand, she comes with the tax man.
Always chasing me for just one more thing,
On my chest like the weight of the world.
I need a getaway,
But not tomorrow, Ive got to find a better day.
A little place where the sun is shining,
The grass is green and the people are smiling.
Jump into the car with me,
Drive on down to summertime.
Jump into the car with me,
Drive on down to summertime.
Summertime.
Summertime.
The shakes as the bus passes on the street,
The window rattles it stops me from getting to sleep,
Foreign walls are closing in on me,
Invading my space like a bad dream,
Things are not what they seem
And I know you feel it too.
All of you,
All of you,
All of you
Jump into the car with me,
Drive on down to summertime.
Jump into the car with me,
Drive on down to summertime.
Summertime.
Summertime.
Things are much nicer down there,
Though theyre really not much better.
Well, people dont seem to mind so much
When the days are longer and the nights are hotter
You can sit in a park or a fiel all day long
Feel the sun shining on your face and forget everything thats wrong
Jump into the car with me,
Drive on down to summertime.
Jump into the car with me,
Drive on down to summertime.
Summertime.
Summertime.