| In a pile of trash on the corner of first and park
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| Almost as tall as the street light
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| We pulled over
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| Two kids on a black and white dyno
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| My mom and dad bought for my birthday
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| Just last week
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| We’re finding our fortune here
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| Once upon a time
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| Brothers by a pocket knife
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| You traded me your secrets
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| I traded you all of mine
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| Sometimes when i’m looking back now
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| I wish i could say i’m sorry
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| I’m thinking of me and you
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| Back when things felt right
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| This morning we met at the playground
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| We sat on the side of the tractor tire
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| And talked of our plans for the next five days
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| Over some cherokee red
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| Sometime back in late november
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| We checked out the ice together
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| The rope tied around my waist
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| You’d pull me back if i would fall
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| Late night
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| Sending signals through the open blinds with flashlights
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| The neighbors dog would bark till early morning sunrise
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| Some roman candles and a book of matches that night
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| Explaining burn marks in our clothes at dinner
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| Headlights that ran across the bedroom wall
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| We thought that it might be a ufo from outer space
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| And sometimes we crawled out on the roof
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| And tuned the radio into the auto-rama drive in movie show |