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He spends 92 minutes on a tuesday night |
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Driving to meet |
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The one that he might never see again |
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When they spend time alone |
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Where no one can distract them |
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From finding out if they clash or compliment |
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And the hours pass by without notice |
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As the connection they share |
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Is growing fast |
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And the days turn into months |
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And the months, they turn into years |
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Three years ago, today |
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They didn't know what to think or say |
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That three years from that day |
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They'd start forever |
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And driving, soars the coast of Georgia |
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To a spot they'd never been |
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But always will remember |
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And on one knee at the river shore |
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He finally builds the courage |
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To take her hand and ask her for forever |
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And the hours pass by without notice |
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As the connection they share |
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Is growing fast |
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And the days turn into months |
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And the months, they turn into years |
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Three years ago, today |
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They didn't know what to think or say |
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That three years from that day |
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They'd start forever |
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Thirty years from now |
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They'll look back and wonder how |
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They were just as in love then as they are now. |
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And all his strengths will cover up |
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All her weaknesses |
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And her fortes will be as deep as it seems |
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Three years ago, today |
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They didn't know what to think or say |
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That three years from that day |
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They'd start forever |
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Three years from that day |
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They'd start forever |
