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Honey, I told you |
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That these things never last |
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And one of these days, now |
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You'll start dreaming of the past |
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When life was once too short |
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For all the things we'd do |
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And the shots we'd call |
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And endless summer without a fall |
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When promises were meant to keep |
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And night time wasn't meant for sleep |
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A love story at it's peak |
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Doesn't it feel good |
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To know that you've been loved |
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And doesn't it make you |
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Laugh when you think of |
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The day when we all got lost |
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On the old man's farm |
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Just trying to get across |
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It was only then I knew what love was |
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Sunday mornings that never ended |
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And hangovers that never mended |
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A love story at it's peak |
