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We weren't sleeping on couchesLast summer in our best friends' housesStaying up till dawnYou were climbing over fencesAnd blowing through your second chancesNot saying much of anything exceptLast summer can't happen againBut I can't remember the song that you sangDownstairs in your blue jeansI followed your voice to find what you meanTurns out you meant nothingLast summer I tore my tightsThe day we chose to ride our bikesTo see if the lake that swam in was dryAnd you were lying on your backPulling out the blades of grassYou said, "Sometimes I feel like themAlways cut too short"Well, I can't remember the song that you sangDownstairs in your blue jeansI followed your voice to find what you meanTurns out you meant nothingAnd I can't remember the song that you sangSongtexteDownstairs in your blue jeansI followed your voice to find what you meanTurns out you meant nothing to meTo meAll you want to do is sit and watch TVSometimes I think the couch is a better friend than meAll I want to do is get you to do somethingBut you never say a word to meBut I can't remember the song that you sangDownstairs in your blue jeansI followed your voice to find what you meanTurns out you meant nothingAnd I can't remember the song that you sangDownstairs in your blue jeansI followed your voice to find what you meanTurns out you meant nothing to me Aus Songtexte Mania