This Summer Will Be the Best

I let the pressure build
Steam runs out
Battery runs dry
Turbine rusts up
Fuel gauge is on E and slipping

We don't need the fire
So let us dance in the sun
We'll stay warm all summer long

Cracks spread across the surface
The paint drys
Your voice cracks
We hear a boom from the engine
But we're two thousand miles left to go

We don't need the aloe
We don't need the rest

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