run away To envy and black feelings. And the world at night Could see the greatest light. Too much light to deny. July, July, The man I love and I Will lift our heads together. July, July
s nothing time hasn't touched Is it really him or the loss of my innocence I've been missing so much? Yeah Strawberry wine and seventeen The hot July
time hasn't touched. Is it really him or the loss of my innocence. I've been missing so much. Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw
been packed in his case So we wave goodbye to Miss Fourth of July The queen of the roses has left us with nothing but thorns Don't say we never tried, Miss Fourth of July
s typeset! "A musical recital in honor of Miss Edith Bouvier Beale and Mr. Joseph Patrick Kennedy, Jr., the twelfth of July, 1941."
a look at what he's written down Please release me from this world of clowns Dogs eat the innocent read it in cement Billy's mission closer every day
mercy of God or booze, do not Long stare at the dark ceiling Nixon's office is much hotter now The air-conditioning is missed Outside, an early fourth-of-July
We lost our innocence that night In a haze of sweat and perfume Shame on the moon We got married in bliss with our only guest due in late July We were
the plank to the end, Count to three than we?d jump in to Wildflowers Sweet as a memory on the vine Honeysuckle innocence Looking back Oh how I miss
's the end ...of all the innocent dreams... ...no one can hear me now... I miss the taste of warmth Coldness eats my bones Is this eternal night? Or July
