| Back in June, when we were so young,
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| It’s gone too soon, befor our love was done.
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| We had a chance to make it happen,
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| We had a chance to love somehow.
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| It could have been so picture perfect,
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| It’s too late to have that now.
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh.
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Back in June,
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| Convinced you were the one.
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| Came the moon, while we waited for the sun.
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| Picking names out for our children,
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| I wanted daughters, you wanted sons.
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| Yeah.
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| Whispers under constilations,
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| With the eye looking up.
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| And I guess we just wanted different things,
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| Chasing differnet dreams.
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| And love must have a way of taking what it brings,
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| Least that’s what it seems.
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Back in June,
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| If I knew all this would happen,
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| Still chose you,
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| I wouldn’t trade all of our passion.
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| I can’t change the ending,
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| And I don’t want to change your mind.
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| Yeah.
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| I’ve learned lessons in the mending,
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| And I made it through just fine.
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh.
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, no, no.
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah. |