And on these longest days we spend all the time trying to pretend that our stories could be true

we trace the sun across the sky
and we laugh till we cry
always so hard to say goodbye (good bye)
and we all sit round here in our home town
it's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
the memories, I hope they'll never fade
glowing embers lie across the sky

here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
the world passes by in my summer, our last summer
the light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer
the view from our last summer...


[Lostprophets - Last Summer]

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