[Verse 1]
This summer's not the summer you own
Not till the day you're old and grown
And the cracks on your face can tell a tale
Of finding freedom
Stuck in your hopeless vanity
The cameraman can only see
A glimpse of the person you might be
The day that you get free
[Pre-Verse]
When your younger rules are set
Some you know some you've never met
How they try to make you forget
The way you're born to be
[Verse 2]
This fall is not the fall you own
Not till you need a cane to roam
Not till the chills a melody that plays your freedom
Holding the poses yеar to year
With every framе a different fear
The cameraman can almost hear
The cry of the wannabe
This summer's not the summer you own
Not till the day you're old and grown
And the cracks on your face can tell a tale
Of finding freedom
Stuck in your hopeless vanity
The cameraman can only see
A glimpse of the person you might be
The day that you get free
[Pre-Verse]
When your younger rules are set
Some you know some you've never met
How they try to make you forget
The way you're born to be
[Verse 2]
This fall is not the fall you own
Not till you need a cane to roam
Not till the chills a melody that plays your freedom
Holding the poses yеar to year
With every framе a different fear
The cameraman can almost hear
The cry of the wannabe
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