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Tail lights through silver rain |
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Somebody's excited |
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To be goin' away |
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Spring like December |
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On the corner now |
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Let the memory fade and I'll forget |
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Well I hope she's not alone |
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Smiling everywhere she goes |
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So sweet |
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Then I remember she's a little older now |
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I'd let that fade but I don't know how |
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And when the sun comes up dead |
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You get sick of it |
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Makes a howling in your head |
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All the time |
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Springtime or December |
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Can't find cover now |
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Children they get excited |
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When the sun comes around |
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I'm gonna walk in silver rain |
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Look for mine the same |
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Walk for miles til the memory fades |
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And when the sun comes up dead |
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Makes it hard when you know |
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That it's a story that gets told all the time |