and i begged the summer that stole spring to stay.
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and this is struggling to find the faith i lost when you fell away.
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and it's remembering you silver and golden that scares me.
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because when the memories fade it makes you feel like you don't own a thing.
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and he said boy be good.
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and i'm trying
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Somewhere In September
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
