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Some people remember the first time, some can't forget the last |
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Some just select what they want to from the past |
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It's a song that you danced to in high school |
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It's a moon you tried to bring down |
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On a four in the morning drive through the streets of town |
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Come on come on, it's getting late now |
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Come on come on, take my hand |
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Come on come on, you just have to whisper |
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Come on come on, |
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I will understand |
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It's a photograph taken in |
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Paris at the end of the honeymoon |
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In 1948, late in the month of |
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JuneYour parents smile for the camera in the sienna shades of light |
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Now you're older than they were then that summer night |
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Come on come on, it's getting late now |
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Come on come on, take my hand |
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Come on come on, you just have to whisper |
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Come on come on, |
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I will understand |
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It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused |
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It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose |
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And tonight |
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I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago |
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We rode in his daddy's car down the river road |
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Come on come on, it's getting late now |
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Come on come on, take my hand |
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Come on come on, you just have to whisper |
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Come on come on, |
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I will understand |
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Come on come on, it's getting late now |
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Come on come on, take my hand |
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Come on come on, you just have to whisper |
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Come on come on |
