The first time it really hits me, I'm staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.
I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom's stir fry on
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Take me back please,
to that never rainy summer
where the sunlight was warmer.
Take me back please,
to that wonderful place
where there's always a smile on my face.
Take me back please,
to those happier days
where you were not so far away.
to that never rainy summer
where the sunlight was warmer.
Take me back please,
to that wonderful place
where there's always a smile on my face.
Take me back please,
to those happier days
where you were not so far away.
