Everything I thought would matter,
Everything I've always dreamed.
Everything I worked so hard for,
Wasn't as important as it seemed.Summer's over,
And it's time to carry on.
Summer's over,
And I can't believe where the time has gone.Looking back,
The memories are hanging by a string.
Looking back,
I hardly remember a thing.
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