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August is the Sunday of summer I wish we could keep the sun forever I wish that we could stay together, but August is the Sunday of summer I cannot stand to know you're leaving My biggest gripe with life is that it leaves me with no breath There's nothing we can say now because without summer there's nothing left All we have are skeletons of July Rain soaked memories of June The dreadful ending of August August is the Sunday of summer the month that murders lovers the month that suffocates and smothers August is the Sunday of summer I imagine you'll find someone better someone who can actually hold your bad weather instead of pulling out their umbrella All i have are broken memories of June laying in your back yard laughing up at the sun You are the broken bits of stars falling back towards the world And i am just a broken girl still falling for you August is the Sunday of summer I wish we could turn the hour glass over I wish that i could hold you closer But August is the Sunday of summer
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
August is the Sunday of summer
August is the Sunday of summer I wish we could keep the sun forever I wish that we could stay together, but August is the Sunday of summer I cannot stand to know you're leaving My biggest gripe with life is that it leaves me with no breath There's nothing we can say now because without summer there's nothing left All we have are skeletons of July Rain soaked memories of June The dreadful ending of August August is the Sunday of summer the month that murders lovers the month that suffocates and smothers August is the Sunday of summer I imagine you'll find someone better someone who can actually hold your bad weather instead of pulling out their umbrella All i have are broken memories of June laying in your back yard laughing up at the sun You are the broken bits of stars falling back towards the world And i am just a broken girl still falling for you August is the Sunday of summer I wish we could turn the hour glass over I wish that i could hold you closer But August is the Sunday of summer
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mak-cov
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
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