It's August and everything I wanna is clean you up from my mind
I'd be happier if i could erase you from me
It's going to be easier, don't care, don't mind.
Maybe you know we are made to each other
Everytime, everyplace, it's like everything reminds me of us
Cause I wish you were here not there, nowhere
It's the wind...
It bring me this thoughts
Sometimes I die inside of me
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