One last summer, babe
It’s the end of the time
Will it take all these days
Just to make you mine?
One last summer, hun
We have nothing to fear
Let’s get out of this town
Find a home away from here
One more month, boy
We getting older by the day
Our dreams make our future
They’ll take us away
One more month, dear
Then we can be free
We’ll make a new life
Be who we want to be
One more day, babe
We thought things would be fine
We’d get out of here
Then you would be mine
One more day, hun
But not all dreams come true
Six feet of dirt and rocks
Separates me from you
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nothing's cliche about it..
if it's how you feel then it's how you feel and it's nothing you can do about it..
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I told my friend he made things so difficult.
He said, ""Life's supposed to be difficult...You get more out of it when it is."
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You gave me a picture
I gave you a poem
I gave you words
And you gave me art
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You gave me a picture
I gave you a poem
I gave you words
And you gave me art
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