Everytime I hear that
song, I go back To watchinsummerfadetofall Growin up too fastand I do recall I go back To thelossof
areal good
friend And the manysummersI
shared with him I go
back,I
go back,I
go back
Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old
enough to know how bad life gets.
Cecelia: Obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen year
old girl.