Somewhere In September

Planes Mistaken For Stars

And I begged the summer that stole spring to stay.
And this is struggling to find the faith I lost when you fell away.
And it's remembering you silver and golden that scares me.
Because when the memories fade it makes you feel like you don't own a thing.
And he said boy be good.
And I'm trying


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