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Sometimes I dream about summer twenty years ago. Can I go back again? Sometimes I wonder if I could go back to being eight years old. Can I go back again? Sometimes the stars seem to be conscious of my memories. Can I go back again? Sometimes I romanticize my memories. I'm just a machine, but my memories will fill the Universe. I won't come back again. (If the wind in the grass is too much to handle, I won't be the one to force you to breathe. Letras de cancionesIf the moon and stars are too bright for you, I won't be the one to make you see.) I think that hope is a pure thing But I can't forget that whole sting That he wooed her with the greasiest smile And all my love turned into bile I lived in my car for a while From Letras Mania