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How can i get back what we had last Summer?

why'y you leave me assed out like a plumber?

in this line lives all that is mine,

i live to find the emotion pushing me to rhyme,

she turned left, i swerved right,

speeding due east until she was outta sight,

until that one night when yes becomes maybe,

and there was no true friend close to save me,

feel like our memories the sex, my tears the baby,

cause one follows the other, driving me crazy lately,

if my voice sounds shaky it's cause down inside,

i'm losing control and beginning to hide,

once you divide the tide from the bride,

you can live again after you've died,

if you feel like none can ever understand you,

i hate to admit this, but i acutally do.