(seemingly) Nonstop July

(pal waaktaar)



Walking by strangers

Stranger than me

We talk of the future

Between you and me

Sweet little darling

Where will we be

Sweet little darling

Where will we be

It's hard to conceive it

All comes to an end

A joke when it's funny, well...

I laugh and pretend

We're fools to believe it

We're fools to try

To slow down this seemingly nonstop july.




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