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He was selling dirt worms out in the summer sun |
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And she came by on her pedal bike |
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And she said "What you doin' boy?" with her cheeks full of bubblegum |
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And sat down on his apple box and smiled |
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She said "I'm missing one front tooth, but I could be some company" |
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So they spent that summer diggin' holes down by the stream |
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She'd say "You're my best friend. The first one I ever had." |
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He'd just smiled and said "I love you." without a word |
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He'd put some flowers in her hands |
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As they sat there in the sand |
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On the bank of the river |
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Well, he was never good at sayin' what was on his heart |
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And those three words never came out |
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And she grew up and fell in love with his quiet charm |
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And if it hurt her she didn't tell |
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Cause he knew how to say I love you in every other way |
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He tried his best to show it on their wedding day |
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When she said |
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"You're my best friend. The first one I ever had" |
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He'd just smiled and said "I love you." without a word |
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He'd put some flowers in her hands |
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As they stood there in the sand |
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On the bank of the river |
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They had years of life |
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And their cup overflowed |
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It came time for him to walk some of them alone |
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And he said |
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"You were my best friend. The only one I really had. |
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Oh how I wish you could have heard me say those words." |
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And he put some flowers in her hands |
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As he layed her in the sand |
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And cried that he loved her |
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On his knees |
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By the river |
