| Funny how the memory
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| On the lake when we go fishin'
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| Makes me think you’re still with me
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| Laughing at my jokes
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| I swear I can still feel the sun
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| And smell the smoke
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| At eight years old
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| I hated when you say, it’s time to go
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| Ooh, I never will forget
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| Ooh, your pack of Marlboro reds
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| That picture-perfect Kansas sky over head
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| Ooh, you’re still cigarettes and sunsets
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| You’re the voice in my mind
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| Never fades, never dies
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| Still young and full of life
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| When I think of you
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| Oh, I can hear the flicker of that zippo in your hand
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| See you smiling at me when the sky goes dark again
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| Ooh, I never will forget
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| Ooh, your pack of Marlboro reds
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| That picture-perfect Kansas sky over head
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| Ooh, you’re still cigarettes and sunsets
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| Tonight I wish you were down here with me
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| Wouldn’t need this bottle of whiskey
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| When love gets me down
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| Ooh, I never will forget
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| Ooh, your pack of Marlboro reds
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| That picture-perfect Kansas sky over head
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| Ooh, you’re still cigarettes and sunsets
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| Tonight I wish you were down here with me
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| Wouldn’t need this bottle of whiskey
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| You’ll always be cigarettes and sunsets |