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Something happened the other night |
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Right after the show |
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Someone handed me a photograph |
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Of a girl from a long time ago |
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With wind in her hair, sun in her smile |
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Hardly a care and no sense of style |
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She was free |
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Yeah, free |
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Couldn't help myself traveling in time |
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I was back on that stage |
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Hanging on to Denzel Martin guitar |
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While the music played, singing |
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
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Turning around in an old (?) dress |
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Barefoot and breezy, a beautiful mess |
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I was free |
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Yeah, free |
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Now I'm thinking 'bout the days gone by |
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How we change and we don't know why |
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I'd pull out that old dress if I could |
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Spin around, it would sure feel good, singing |
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
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I can hear the music |
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Echo from that photograph |
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The passion and the surrender, |
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I wanna get that feeling back |
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The wind in my hair, sun in my smile |
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Hardly a care and a little wild, singing |
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
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(Oh oh oh, oh oh oh) |
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The wind in my hair, the sun in my smile |
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Hardly a care, a little wild |
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The wind in my hair, the sun in my smile |
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Hardly a care and a little wild |
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I was free, I was free |
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Been thinking 'bout the days gone by |
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And I feel fine |