i woke up from a middle of a dreamof this
last friday night u talkedjust'bout the weatheryesterday's themewere chemics and
u were meant to bemy everlasting girland u have to
you say u love meand i think that's okaybut there's
summer's gonethe leaves come tumbelin' downthis picture of you pretend's
wake upget upit's time to see the sunenjoy a wonderful
I cry myself to sleep at nightI toss and turn
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