| Something happened the other night
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| Right after the show
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| Someone handed me a photograph
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| Of a girl from a long time ago
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| With wind in her hair, sun in her smile
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| Hardly a care and no sense of style
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| She was free
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| Yeah, free
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| Couldn’t help myself traveling in time
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| I was back on that stage
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| Hanging on to Denzel Martin guitar
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| While the music played, singing
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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| Turning around in an old tie-dyed dress
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| Barefoot and breezy, a beautiful mess
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| I was free
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| Yeah, free
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| Now I’m thinking 'bout the days gone by
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| How we change and we don’t know why
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| I’d pull out that old dress if I could
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| Spin around, it would sure feel good, singing
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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| I can hear the music
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| Echo from that photograph
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| The passion and the surrender
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| I wanna get that feeling back
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| The wind in my hair, sun in my smile
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| Hardly a care and a little wild, singing
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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| (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
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| The wind in my hair, the sun in my smile
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| Hardly a care, a little wild
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| The wind in my hair, the sun in my smile
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| Hardly a care and a little wild
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| I was free, I was free
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| Been thinking 'bout the days gone by
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| And I feel fine |