"Seventeen and believed in just anything Could be true, could be bad, something in between I recall all those lazy summer nights And all I knew was the time I spent with you I could easily stay, and never come home Looking out on the field like it's never been changed The past is a place that you can never return to Even though people say that this is where you belong I could easily stay, and never come home Looking out on the field like it's never been changed The past is a place that you can never return to Even though people say that this is where you belong I could always try to reach you And it's pumping through my veins And there's nothing I can do about it"
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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