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She wore that dress like it was a Saturday |
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Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning |
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He held her hand like she was a mystery |
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One he couldn't quite believe was walking with him |
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They were high up on a hill |
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With something to say and daylight to kill |
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Time slips away, the way that it will |
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Round and around, dancing round the question posed |
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Flip a coin and watch it go down into the wishing well |
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Two-step sunset there goes another day |
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Another chance to give away secrets they keep to themselves |
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They were high up on a hill |
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With something to say and daylight to kill |
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Time slips away, the way that it will |
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Darkness falls without a sound |
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They come tumbling |
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Tumbling after |
