The Bianca Story - Dear Dead July

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The salt taste of a losing game
And not knowing her first name —
But that was fine
I knew this couldn’t last
She would sail away with me only in her mind
Seasons rush, seasons die
Dear dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —
Oh, dead July, you had your time
I would cheer, I would sing
I would pray just to make her laugh
But all the boys said: 'Let it slide'
While she would stare like no one ever has
Seasons rush, seasons die
Dear dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion
Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —
Oh, dead July, you had your time
Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion
Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —
Oh, dead July, you had your time
Oh, dead, dead, dead July