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I bought this car on the first summer day,
it had worn out black leather seats.
I couldn't wait to pick you up and drive you down my memory lane.
You were standing on the corner of expectation and have it your way,
with summer wind making your skirt dance up against your tanned pretty legs.

You were my last summer.

The summer rolled by while we were high,
driving on our cloud number nine.
We sure took everything that was given and the rest we just made up.
Then one morning you said I'm going for a drive,
outside I heard cold winds blowing by.
Those words blew the summer right off the trees,
I saw dead leaves on our engine block

You were my last summer.

Making love in the backseat of my car,
we fell into the black leather seats.
And how we loved getting lost in the darkness,
some parts of me are still gone

You were my last summer.

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