Saturday, August 1

lovers of summer

She wore faded jeans and soft black leather

She had eyes so blue they looked like weather

When she needed me I wasnt around

Thats the way it goes, it'll all work out

There were times apart, there were times together

I was pledged to her for worse or better

When it mattered most I let her down

Thats the way it goes, itll all work out

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