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The song came and went |
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Like the times that we spent |
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Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent |
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I laughed and she'd smile |
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It would last for awhile |
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You don't know what you've got till you lose it all again |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
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Listen to the music on the lake |
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Oh, listen to my heart break every time she runs away |
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Oh, listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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A cool evening dance |
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Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill |
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From the air until they play the last song |
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I'll do my time |
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Oh, keeping you off my mind but there's moments |
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That I find, I'm not feeling so strong |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
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Listen to the music on the lake |
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Ah, listen to my heart break every time she runs away |
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Oh, listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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Running down by the lakeshore |
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She did love the sound of a summer storm |
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It played on the lake like a mandolin |
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Now it's washing her away once again... whoa, again |
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The boat's steaming in |
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Oh, I watch the sidewheel spin |
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And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow |
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I can't change my mind |
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Oh, I knew all the time that she'd go |
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But that's a choice I made long ago |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
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Listen to the music on the lake |
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Ah, listen to my heart break every time she runs away |
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Oh, listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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As she turns to go |
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Ah, listen to my heart break |
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Every time she runs away |
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Oh, listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
