[should have known at the end of summer
the innocence fades and the weak become stronger
should have known at the end of the summer
I'd be lost without you]
the skyline looked like a stained glass window
the city sang such mad crescendo
four bare feet on a rain soaked street
summer airbrushed fever dreams
disappeared in a camera flash
why do the bad girls never last
lost in gin and lemonade
elecrospins and the mermaid parade
four quartets and no regrets
except for the polaroids i left
you were just some spell i was under
that endless summer

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