I still paint my lips red
Still hear those words you said
On that summer night
Back in July
I still wear those same clothes
But they are not the same though
I remember everything
From back then
And I can still smell the roses
You left before the fight
Back in July
If it was all a mistake
Take all of this heart break
And break this distance
Cause it feels so cold
Knowing I should have told
What I was feeling
Back in July
Things were alright
Before the fight
Before that night
Back in July
I wouldn't cry
Cause I had you by my side
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