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The Sun Goes down Alone

Remember that summer, when everybody was at the beach, and we stayed at your house looking at fat people walking around, proud of their bodies? I had spilled a beer over my jeans and shirt and you gave me yours, remember, the blue stripped one that looked like a dress when I wore it, going down to just above my knees. It had your scent all over; I still remember it, so strong.

written for Liberate Yourself!
recommended listening to don henley - the boys of summer

.now baby I'm gonna get you back...