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Itâd feel so right, if I gave in, and put my head on your chest,
Fueled the fire, fed the flame, of this wonderful awful mess.
If you wrapped your arms around me, held me tight, would it calm this raging war,
Kiss me when Iâm down in the palm of your hand and I canât fight it anymore.
Summerâs almost over.
(Chorus)
I will think of you,
Youâre bringinâ on a love short lived,
Youâll leave and Iâll forgive and justify why you had to move on.
Iâll live for the night,
I wonât sleep,
The darkâs too bright, when I toss and turn and think about you âtil dawn.
Boy the fact that youâre leaving,
Doesnât make you gone.
I still have your shirts, a few words, that you spoke at our crossroads,
Still have your letters, still remember you callinâ me baby over the phone.
And Iâve tried to find myself, in someone else, but to me itâs all the same,
Itâs so hard to move on, so hard to be strong when everything screams your name.
Youâre my number one,
Still in the back of my mind the tip of my tongue,
Youâre asking me whatâs wrong,
Iâm the fool thatâs still holdinâ on,
And it doesnât make you gone.
Every pick up seems to look like yours when Iâm driving down the street,
And I still hope itâs you when I heard my phone ring,
Every shadow on the wall,
Youâre every tear that falls,
Because youâre gone.
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