Summertime Star Sign

Your body broke down
But that's not the end, no
Escape from these cells
They can't hold you in
It's just six little letters
That rhyme with no answer
A summertime star sign
With odds on sadness
And a prophet of the end
Prophet of the end
If love was a cure
You'd be here again
Your next adventure and my pain
Are coinciding again
It's just six little letters
That rhyme with no answer
A summertime star sign
With odds on sadness
And a prophet of the end
Prophet of the end
It was July baby
Is when you left me
And it's not fair
It's not fair
I want you
To know that I love you
I should have told you
Before you were gone
I want you
To know that I love you
I should have told you
Before you were gone
I want you
To know that I love you
I should have told you
Before you were gone
I want you
To know that I love you
I should have told you
Before you were gone
I want you
To know that I love you
I should have told you
Before you were gone



Credits
Writer(s): Cal Henry, Spencer Barnes, Lea Campbell
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