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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Celentano
Songwriter
Songteksten
Pasadena, in July
Hotter than the sun
I've got beautiful memory
From summer of '21
Well sir I heard you the museum is closed now
I look at my watch it's four forty-five
We turn to laugh and say "what's that guy's problem?"
They're kicking us out though it closes at five
It feels like yesterday
I saw you drive away
With flowers at my feet
I'm crying in the street
Spending New Year's in Santa Cruz
Leaving behind the blues
Really don't have plans it seems
Doesn't matter with you
Walk ten miles where the cliffs meet the sea
Meets the sky, you and me and a friend made of clay
Without a doubt, if we picked Brussels sprouts
Then the memory would make them much sweeter
It feels like yesterday
I saw you drive away
With flowers at my feet
I'm crying in the street
The haze has cleared it's a beautiful day
And I can't help but feel that all will be fine
I turn to laugh and wipe tears from my eyes
Though it hurts to endure such a wistful goodbye
Writer(s): Sam Celentano
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