You were calling me up on a saturday night
some mysterious talk in the vanishing light
I was trying to laugh but my mouth didn't work
in the right way
I had no time to prepare for a goodbye, and I
I know that pain
from when I was seventeen
I can't wait to get home I can't wait to be left alone
I can't sit still can't stop staring at the phone
so many things I would say so many things I would do
to get you back here but I guess it will be a lonely summer
I know that pain
from when I was seventeen
I wanna keep that touch
I wanna keep that smell
I wanna keep you near
why does everything in the world
has to disappear?
I know that pain
from when I was seventeen
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