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Somewhere in April time, they add another hourI guess I'd better think up a way to spend my timeJust when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer timeShould I go fishing or get a friend to hang aroundIt's back to summer, back to basics, hang aroundGetting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a bandAnd getting out of school meant getting out of handWas this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of cloudsI summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed thereDo you remember when the first snowfall fellWhen summer barely had a snowball's chance in Hell?
Anthrax Celebrated Summer