honey I told you
that these things never last
and one of these days now
you`ll start dreaming of the past
that these things never last
and one of these days now
you`ll start dreaming of the past
when life was once too short for all the things we`d do
and the shots we`d call
and endless summer without a fall
when promises were meant to keep
and nighttime wasn`t meant for sleep
a love story at it`s peak
doesn`t it feel good
to know that you`ve been loved
and doesn`t it make you
laugh when you think of
the day when we all got lost on the old mans farm
just trying to get across
it was only then I knew what love was
sunday mornings that never ended and hangovers that never mended
a love story at it`s peak
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