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Van dyke parks |
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We painted inside and out with just a gallon of joy |
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We had the girl and the boy |
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And love was never a toy |
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Just like that old rusty ford we restored out in back |
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It made that clickety-clack |
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Our new old house by the track |
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At her window was a touch of lavender lace |
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I remember her face |
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Too many rainbows to chase |
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Right through the cracks of the paint |
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Come the tracks of the train |
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Scatter like diamonds of rain |
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Down our old blacktop two lane |
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Hold back time |
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Don't talk about tomorrow |
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Tell that old clock on the wall |
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He'll just have to call it a day |
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Hold back time |
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When we're in each other's arms |
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We're in each other's arms |
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So hold back time |
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With that old country hymn spinning round in her brain |
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She kept her fancy for play |
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More than for fortune and fame |
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Now when we feel every wheel spinnin' steel on that track |
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We shake the dust off the sack |
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In our old house by the track |
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Hold back time |
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Don't talk about tomorrow |
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Tell that old clock on the wall |
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He'll just have to call it a day |
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Hold back time |
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When we're in each other's arms |
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We're in each other's arms |
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So hold back time |
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Time |
