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Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust |
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Go where you will, do what you must |
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The promise was made, your word was enough |
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We had dreams, visions and plans |
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Into the night, out of our hands |
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Letting our passion fulfill our demands |
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I remember those songs on the radio |
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The jasmine, the wind in your hair |
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Does it seem like so long ago? |
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*Broken promises |
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Is it written in stone that we wind up alone |
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Wo oh, broken promises |
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And a heart that recalls |
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When the promise was all that we had* |
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Into the dust, reckless we rode |
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Secret desire, talking in code |
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Bittersweet madness, the stories unfold |
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I remember those songs on the radio |
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The jasmine, the wind in your hair |
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And how it hurts to remember those |
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( * Repeat) |
