Summer has come and passed.
The innocent can never last
Wake me up,
When September ends.
Like my father’s come to pass, seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up,
When September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars;
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up,
When September ends.
Summer has come and passed.
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