Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

What a waste, I could’ve been your lover
What a waste, I could’ve been your friend
Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick
When it’s blowing up a storm in May

Travel south until your skin turns warmer
Travel south until your skin turns brown
Put a language in your head and get on a train
And then come back to the one you love

Yeah you’re great, you’re just part of this lifetime of dreaming
That extends to the heart of this long summer feeling

Al fin y al cabo, lo único que nos queda es agradecer por el paso de cada persona por nuestras vidas y acordarnos de todo lo lindo que dejó, indicado para cada momento.

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