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My earliest memory |
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Is of holding up a sparkler |
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High up to the darkest sky |
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Some 4th of July spectacular |
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I shook it with an urgency |
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I'll never ever be able to repeat |
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At times I might could be accused |
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Of being painfully nostalgic |
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But as of late I'm looking forward to the future |
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Though I've never been much of a planner |
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Throwing caution into the fan |
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Catch as catch as those catchers can |
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And so all you observers in your scrutiny |
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Don't count my scars like tree rings |
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My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties |
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Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure |
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Yeah, yeah, by the panic pure |
