Holiday, and I've come home
Hope to see this boy I know
I can't wait for us to be alone
Flippin' through the radio
We sing along to the indie show
The songs they play mean more than I can say
And the tape I made you
Hope you think of me when it plays through
Feel kind of sad now that it's done
You think my time's for free
In all the ways you say to me
"Sweet
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