This is something I will never say to you;You've heard it all before.The way I feel about those times that I once cried,a thousand times before.Summer's here and I will never speak to you.These precious memories and the way you thoughtyou'd be from the first time I saw your face,to the last time I was in this place.You had it all together then until you sold it all to heroin.And now im giving up.I wish I could just say those things you told meonce before about not giving up.I miss you now you've died in dreams a thousand times before.Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend.But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again?I'll never see you again.Summer's gone and I will never speak to you.With a needle in your arm and the red light on,would you clean up for a song?Well here it is, it's for the better, this one's for Dawn.
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