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The crickets are chirping |
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They stop at my step |
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I stop my step |
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And they start up again |
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Its our anniversary and the bullfrogs |
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And everything that can sing is singing |
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its mating song |
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The soil is steaming |
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Grass is swooning |
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Guns or fireworks are popping |
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Down in the town |
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A woman is running |
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A man jumps up and down |
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Its our anniversary and youve hidden my keys |
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This is one anniversary youre spending with me |
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I slide in the front seat |
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The drivers side |
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To hotwire and hightail crosses my mind |
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But still in the driveway |
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Fixed like the stars |
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I flip on the headlights |
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And go back inside |
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The climates controlled |
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While the battery dies |
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Clipping the wings of your morning light |
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Its our anniversary |
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A celebration of |
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And heres to next year |
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Maybe youll join me in my car |
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We'll drive together |
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But not too far |
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We are far from flowers |
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Cut and dried |
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So let us thrive let us thrive |
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Let us thrive |
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Just like the weeds |
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We curse sometimes |
