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They call it Summer Love
Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I think
would it be better
just to drink
my pain away. Kill
it at the source.
Memories of you
and all the remourse.
Never did you ever
appreciate anything i did.
Everyone I left
Losing time to be a kid.
All the girls i meet
proclaim love and leave.
I thought you were different.
Your name hidden in sleeve.
I know you say its "Hurting" you
but inside its killing me.
Maybe the drugs can help.
Mabye the gun could love me.
Maybe if I could pick locks
or stumble across the key,
Id still your love,
and keep it for me.
Sometimes I think
would it be better
just to drink
my pain away. Kill
it at the source.
Memories of you
and all the remourse.
Never did you ever
appreciate anything i did.
Everyone I left
Losing time to be a kid.
All the girls i meet
proclaim love and leave.
I thought you were different.
Your name hidden in sleeve.
I know you say its "Hurting" you
but inside its killing me.
Maybe the drugs can help.
Mabye the gun could love me.
Maybe if I could pick locks
or stumble across the key,
Id still your love,
and keep it for me.
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