| Van dyke parks
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| We painted inside and out with just a gallon of joy
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| We had the girl and the boy
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| And love was never a toy
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| Just like that old rusty ford we restored out in back
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| It made that clickety-clack
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| Our new old house by the track
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| At her window was a touch of lavender lace
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| I remember her face
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| Too many rainbows to chase
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| Right through the cracks of the paint
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| Come the tracks of the train
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| Scatter like diamonds of rain
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| Down our old blacktop two lane
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| Hold back time
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| Dont talk about tomorrow
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| Tell that old clock on the wall
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| Hell just have to call it a day
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| Hold back time
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| When were in each others arms
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| Were in each others arms
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| So hold back time
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| With that old country hymn spinning round in her brain
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| She kept her fancy for play
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| More than for fortune and fame
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| Now when we feel every wheel spinnin steel on that track
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| We shake the dust off the sack
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| In our old house by the track
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| Hold back time
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| Dont talk about tomorrow
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| Tell that old clock on the wall
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| Hell just have to call it a day
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| Hold back time
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| When were in each others arms
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| Were in each others arms
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| So hold back time
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| Time |