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You took your |
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Brownie hawkeye |
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And pointed it up |
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At the sky |
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You just let the |
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Shutter fly |
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All of your friends |
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Still wonder why |
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You were never good |
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With a goodbye |
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You just turned your back |
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And let it slide |
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I try to remember the words |
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I once heard |
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You spoke them with courage |
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You never deserved |
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All of that |
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That they let you carry |
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Few were the firsts |
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For sure |
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You were the first to be married |
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Stars went wheeling across the sky |
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Silloetted the tops of the bending pines |
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Summer was high |
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We were storming inside |
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The morning glories |
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Bloomed by moonlight |
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We get that picture |
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In your mind |
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'cause of all the smoke |
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In our eyes |
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I took a piss |
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On the wall |
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Out back of the mall |
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You drank the last of the sherri |
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Green grass stains |
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On your bare feet |
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On the dash |
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Of your mother's Chevy |
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I guess it was hard to quit |
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Which you won't admit |
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To beginning |
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We vamped(?) from shoulder |
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To shoulder |
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We'll never grow up |
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We just got older |
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I chewed a hole |
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Right through my heart |
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From the very start |
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Anticipating the myth of you |
