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It was the first two weeks of autumn I kissed you on the cheek And gave you flowers out of season And all the people at the drive-in Make out with each other until The second feature is closing At the end, and your roaming Find you keys in the mud I took you out on Friday We shared a milkshake at the Sock hop, when we were done We went to watch the sunset But it never sank as deep as My heart did, at closing At the end, and your roaming Find you keys in the, Closing At the end, and your roaming Find you keys in the mud From Letras Mania