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She had a cross around her neck |
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And a flower in her hand |
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That I picked from the side of Thomas Drive |
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On our way to the sand |
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We found an old wooden chair |
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Still warm from the sun |
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Pushed it back, gave me a kiss with Bacardi on her lips and I was done |
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[Chorus] |
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And we spent that week wide open |
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Upside down beside the ocean |
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I didn't know where it was goin |
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Just tryin to keep my heart on the tracks |
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I should've known that kind of feelin |
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Would last longer than that week did |
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Blown away and barely breathin |
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Sunday came and it was over |
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Now she's got me twisted |
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Like an old beach roller coaster |
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The rest of those days |
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Turned into long crazy nights |
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When the music got loud |
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We'd sneak away from the crowd under the boardwalk lights |
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And with all the things we said |
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What I just can't get past |
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Is the way we let it end |
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Now Im wonderin where she is |
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Knowin I can't get that goodbye back |
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[Chorus] |
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And we spent that week wide open |
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Upside down beside the ocean |
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I didnt know where it was goin |
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Just tryin to keep my heart on the tracks |
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I should've known that kind of feelin |
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Would last longer than that week did |
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Blown away and barely breathin |
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Sunday came and it was over |
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Now shes got me twisted |
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Like an old beach roller coaster |
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She's like a song playin' over and over |
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In my mind, where I still hold her |
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I had the chance and I should've told her |
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When we spent that week wide open |
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Upside down beside the ocean |
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I should've known where it was goin |
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Still tryin to keep my heart on the tracks |
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And I should've known that kind of feelin |
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Would last longer than that week did |
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Blown away and barely breathin |
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When Sunday came and it was over |
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Now she's got me twisted, yeah, Im still twisted |
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Like that old beach roller coaster |
