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to think it was just a dream
The summer was hot,
But not as hot as our love,
We fit eachother,
Like a hand fits a glove.
We walked for hours,
We were never lost,
A little time,
Is all an adventure costs.
We were stary eyed,
Because of something called love,
It was always on our minds,
All we were dreaming of.
We payed no mind,
To the signs we missed,
Our fears faded,
Every time we kissed.
Her hair was brown,
And flowed in the wind,
Putting her heart,
In every text she would send.
Up on the phone,
Late every night,
A part of me died,
With every fight.
She had me captured,
With her stunning stare,
In my eyes,
Nothing could ever compare.
We never learned,
From a single mistake,
Deep down we knew,
Soon our hearts would break.
The summer ended,
We began to grow apart,
Forgetting loving words,
We had said from the start.
The summer was hot,
Every moment was great,
We lost it all,
Must have been fate.
No matter what I felt,
Or how real it may seem,
Looking back now,
To think it was just a dream.
But not as hot as our love,
We fit eachother,
Like a hand fits a glove.
We walked for hours,
We were never lost,
A little time,
Is all an adventure costs.
We were stary eyed,
Because of something called love,
It was always on our minds,
All we were dreaming of.
We payed no mind,
To the signs we missed,
Our fears faded,
Every time we kissed.
Her hair was brown,
And flowed in the wind,
Putting her heart,
In every text she would send.
Up on the phone,
Late every night,
A part of me died,
With every fight.
She had me captured,
With her stunning stare,
In my eyes,
Nothing could ever compare.
We never learned,
From a single mistake,
Deep down we knew,
Soon our hearts would break.
The summer ended,
We began to grow apart,
Forgetting loving words,
We had said from the start.
The summer was hot,
Every moment was great,
We lost it all,
Must have been fate.
No matter what I felt,
Or how real it may seem,
Looking back now,
To think it was just a dream.
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