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A summer alone Living in Rome On the cobblestone walkways of Trastevere You were in Spain Playing your games Drinking martinis with what’s her name I tried to call your phone But oh I should’ve known That she would answer again Now your just a photograph a pixilated piece of past A memory that didn’t last Oh no Oh no I played it chill Wanted you still Even though you were out clubbing Till 3 It broke my heart Cause we were growing apart In the nights That you didn’t call me I tried to call your phone But oh I should’ve known That she would answer again Now your just a photograph a pixilated piece of past A memory that didn’t last Oh no Oh no In Florence I let go I realized You were a lost Soul I guess some things Just can’t be Now your just a photograph a pixilated piece of past A memory that didn’t last Oh no Oh no