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Watching the trees as we fly by. Not watching time and she'll never be shy. Why did I have to find her so late. That's just how the ball rolls. So as she goes off and leaves me I'm afraid that I will not be the same person that I used to know I'm singing to you with a different glow. What can I do? Time just flew by and seems to me I should have counted goodbyes. Now time has past and has gone. Weeping and crying trying to write you a song. Pulled in and kissed her goodbye. I still got summer so why do I cry? Cause I know that we'll see again, but that will be the beginning of the end. From Letras Mania