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I'm speaking of a time |
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Before it was black and white |
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And the grass still smelled of summer in the day |
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And I recall your silence |
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Your laughter in the dark |
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Moving through my mind where nothing stays |
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And you're just like the picture on the wall |
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And I'm always on the other side |
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Waiting for it to fall |
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Dreaming of Savannah |
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Walking through the Cherokee groves |
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Some place in the dark in your arms |
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Street cars ringing them bells |
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Pink clouds when I'm kissing your mouth |
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My memories going boom all over town |
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And there's history in them hills |
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But if magic isn't real |
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Well, even bad roads lead to cherries in the south |
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And you're just like the picture on the wall |
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And I'm always on the other side |
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Waiting for it to fall |
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Earthquake in the valley |
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Refrigerator starting to thaw |
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And I'm some place in the dark in your arms |
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Some place in the dark in your arms |