So tell me darlin' what'll come of this?
A four day weekend of eternal bliss
but then you'll pack your clothes and souvenirs
and head home...
You'll take a train out of the big city,
wearing my sweater and some mystery
I'm stuck at home, reruns on t.v.
I'm alone...
You and I were never meant to be true lovers
and it will never feel like it did last summer
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