| Close the door and leave me inside.
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| I’ll miss the fireworks burning in those eyes.
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| Remember the songs that we used to sing?
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| Come August I’ll still be singing.
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| Don’t be the one to fall out of line.
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| Watch the blue roses fall from your hands.
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| Remember summer when all had second chances?
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| Someday you’ll see.
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| Come August, I’ll still be singing.
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| Don’t be the one to say goodbye.
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| I’ve gotta get out of here.
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| You’re so cold.
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| I’ve gotta get out of here.
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| Someday those scribbled lines will be straight.
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| Conversations will never bare your name.
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| August came and left town
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| You’re such a beautiful sound.
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| I remember the days when you
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| used to call my name.
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| I was so blind to think you’d be the one.
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| Blue roses on her tongue.
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| You were a beautiful sound.
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| You were such a beautiful sound.
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| Don’t be the one to fall out of line.
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| Don’t be the one to say goodbye.
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| I’ve gotta get out of here.
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| You’re so cold.
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| I’ve gotta get out of here.
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| It’s what you wanted. |