Don't tell me you're lost, I'm waiting for the proof Why all the time, am I lost in the past? Summer won't do I, fall and winter too I'm waiting for the proof, where did that go? Summer's always cold enough, seven cases on the couch I'm losing everything I have, that touch I can't feel Oh, oh, oh Summer's always cold enough, seven cases on the couch We're losing everything we have, the touch I cannot feel
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