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the dirt from the yard still falls from my boots |
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smoke from the fire still perfumes my shirt |
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singing songs til the day broke, drinking wine from |
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the bottle carousing and laughing while today made |
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tomorrow |
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the town was a full blown flower bothered by bees |
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there was plenty of pollen for all of us to feast |
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you opened your door, said make yourselves free |
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even gave me your bed and got in with me |
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and the spring fell down on us, in music we trust |
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the spring fell down on us in texas |
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barely acquainted and beautifully bare |
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in the early morning light we had few words to share |
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you were thinking of her, i was thinking of him |
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but our hands and our lips spoke the sweet tongue |
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of skin |
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we rolled in like rockstars, we flew out tired and drunk |
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already missing the sweet southern sun we |
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said no goodbyes, cause what's done is well done i |
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welcome the memory of you and your songs |
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and the spring fell down on us, in music we trust |
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the spring fell down on us in texas |
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and the spring fell down on us, in music we trust |
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the spring fell down on us in texas |
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and the spring fell down on us, in music we trust |
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the spring fell down on us in texas |
