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In fancy dinner restaurantsIn Polaroids with people on They're memories now, this summer's goneAnd happiness won't last that long As perilous as summer flirtsAs lines in books that really hurtThe sunlight hit your golden hairAnd I heard voices on the airAnother season ends and you are far from homeYou ended up at Disney screenings all aloneThose nights I had the strangest dreamsBut as we all know they're real it seemsWe had sex wearing boxing glovesAnd still you called it making loveAnother season ends and you are far from homeIn postcard margins saying: Miss you, I'm aloneBut the good things happen to those who waitNow leaves on trees are leaving theseAnd like a tree that looks aheadFor summer to revive it from the deadI haven't given up on you yet From Letras Mania