Here in this diary,
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I write you visions of my summer.
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It was the best I ever had.
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There were choruses and sing-alongs,
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And that unspoken feeling of knowing
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Right now is all that matters
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All the nights we stayed up talking
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and listening to 80's songs;
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quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
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It still brings a smile to my face.
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I guess when it comes down to it...
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Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
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These are the best days of our lives.
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The only thing that matters
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is just following your heart
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and eventually you'll finally get it right.
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Breaking into hotel swimming pools,
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and wreaking havoc on our world.
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Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
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The black top's singing me to sleep.
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Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
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illuminate the blackest nights.
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Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.
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2015 Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."
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Get on the bus, it's time to go.
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Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
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These are the best days of our lives.
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The only thing that matters
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is just following your heart,
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and eventually you'll finally get it right.
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In This Diary
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| The Ataris |
