He told me about the lake
He told me about her voice mail
I told him I was afraid of the water
I told him not to call her back
Last summer she left me to die
This summer she loves Jeff
He sure is a nice guy
This summer I feel alive
Last summer I packed my things
I like Lahela the most
The day was sticky and sad
The night I dreamt of making love.
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