Summer holidays, I'm 22.
I take your hand and am led to a new world.
Crushing, my dreams about you lead me right out of my mind.
I say, let's run away together, you'll be mine and I'll be yours.
Away from this one-horse town, where everything's stuck in blue.
Ooh, you said wait for December, that summer night.
Two years later, we're just history
Like Civil Wars and battalions, we're just on pages and photographs.
That summer night, I said let's run out of this one-horse town.
Escape this misery of people fighting over our fates.
We'd write a story of our own in a faraway city, our new home.
But you said wait. Wait for December. And I did.
Now I watch as you leave me, tears streaming down our faces.
The people have caught up on us. We're the modern Juliet-Romeo pair.
Our memories in pictures of you, so deep inside my heart.
It feels like I'm tearing apart myself. Now we're just history stuck in pages,
You and me. And my heart, frozen in a free fall.
Falling in love with you.
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