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They thought that summer would last forever But soon September was spiraling down… Barefoot on blacktop, this is their street No status symbols to cover them They want techno and fashion, they're sick of their toys But momma told them, patience- Hand me down days Before you know you'll soon be grown Hand me down days will fade To something of your own Local stars are high up above tonight They got lead boots, silver suits Stripped down satellites- The skins are on the playground, drinking cheap wine And running from detectives Hand me down days Before you know they'll soon be gone Hand me down days will fade To something of your own Something like a home They thought that summer would last forever September must fall- Hand me down days Before you know they'll soon be gone Hand me down days will fade… Hand me down days Before you know you'll soon be grown Hand me down days will fade |