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That summer they came to chainsaw the trees |
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That the beetles had scarred with their dreaded disease |
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And so many tears poured right out of your head |
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Stained the big pillow on your mothers bed |
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That evening you snuck in a passionate kiss |
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Beneath the old bandstand and your lovers lips |
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Where all honey suckle and slippery teeth |
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And together you laughed in the darkening breeze |
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That fourth of July, you giggled and waved |
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The jewel of the float in the big town parade |
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Look at this picture, there's no evidence |
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That you didn't feel right, and never have since |