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I'm going under in the summer field, there's no one to save me This old and nothing really go to where you're driving me crazy I need somebody to hear, somebody to know Somebody to have, somebody to hold It's easy to say, but it's never the same I guess I kind of like the way you know the pain Now the day bleeds into nightfall And you're not here to get me through it all I left my gun down, and then you pulled the rug I was scared, it kind of used to be, and so will you love