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━━━━━━━━━━━━━♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ©2026 Thomas Bock (Paradise Studio) All rights reserved. This is an original work written by Thomas Bock and Paradise Studio. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of the lyrics is prohibited. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ Windows down, feet up on my dash Salt on our skin from the wave that just crashed You smirked at me like you already won Said race you home before the day's done Ninety on the coast road, radio screaming Nothing but blue and us laughing till the evenings done We were old enough to know better Too damn young to slow down Sand still stuck in my front seat Wish I never washed it out God, I miss that last summer Your voice cracking on The Boy Is Mine, off-key Two kids who didn't know where the hell we were headed Just knew we'd get there together Now I'm driving that same road alone Windows up, heater on, way past grown Some things you don't outrun, you just believe In the ghost of that last summer You were my girl, my whole damn world Every song hits different now, I can't escape We didn't plan the future, didn't need a reason Thought a good thing like that could outlast a season Turns out love like ours don't come with a warning Just packs its bags quietly, gone by the morning We were old enough to know better Too damn young to let go Still got sand between the seats Won't tell nobody, but I know God, I miss that last summer Your voice cracking on The Boy Is Mine, off-key Two kids who didn't know where the hell we were headed Just knew we'd get there together Now I'm driving that same road alone Windows up, heater on, way past grown Some things you don't outrun, you just believe In the ghost of that last summer (I still take the coast road sometimes. Just to feel eighteen again. Just to feel you again.) God, I miss that last summer Your voice cracking on The Boy Is Mine, off-key We were young and reckless, never asked a reason Just rode it out till we outgrew the season Now I'm driving that same road alone But some part of me never made it home Sand in the seats, salt on my sleeve I'm still chasing that last summer Last Summer... did'nt last forever Last Summer... but I remember Last summer....