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August slips right through my hands
Writing names in sinking sands
Golden hour is turning grey
Warmth is starting to fade away
(ahh-ahh) Summer's gone and leaves are falling down
Quiet streets in this sleepy town
We were bright but now we're growing cold
Just a story that we both have told
September wind begins to blow
Watching all the colors go
Your shadow's stretching on the floor
We don't talk like that anymore
Summer's gone and leaves are falling down
Quiet streets in this sleepy town
We were bright but now we're growing cold
Just a story that we both have told
Fading warmth in the evening air
I still see you standing there (we were golden)
Falling down...
Just a story...