| July in a thunderstorm and the rain shook that screened-in porch
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| We were supposed to meet her parents in Duluth
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| We used the weather that day as an excuse
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| We just laughed and talked slow while the gutters overflowed
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| And our hearts did, too, that was the best
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| Will it ever be that good again?
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| The word reached me in Denver that day
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| I knew I could get you back if you would just look in my face
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| I pulled up, you were standin' in that dress
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| I guess I’ve always been so easily impressed
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| We spent three eternal days just the way
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| That they all oughta be, that was the best
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| Will it ever be that good again?
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| My room sat at the back of that old house
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| Seventeen with a typewriter and a radio
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| I could never play too loud
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| Stayin' up chasin' the muse all night
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| Sneakin' cigarettes by the candlelight
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| Ten hours of dreams, the sun wakes up
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| I go to sleep to dream some more, that was the best
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| Will it ever be that good again?
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| That was the best
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| Will it ever be that good again? |