when summer comes, don't knock upon my door
because we're not seventeen anymore
when summer comes, don't look around for me
because we're no longer twenty-three
summers come and go like fair-weather friends
but i still want to feel that sting again
it was gone without a warning
it was just there sunday morning
but we're never going to be seventeen again
when summer comes, don't call me on the phone
because we were twenty-five so long ago
when summer comes, i could use a friend
but we haven't spoken since i can't remember when
summers come and go like fair-weather friends
but i still want to feel that sting again
it was gone without a warning
it was just there sunday morning
but we're never going to be seventeen again
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