| In a small West Coast town
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| There’s a family and a house
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| Where the memories of us belong
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| We used to live there
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| Free of worry, free of care
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| Free of pain and what we’d become
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| If I could go back now
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| I’d pick you wildflowers
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| Tie them in burlap string
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| Tell you what you mean to me
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| Some days are good, some are bad
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| Some days I want what we had
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| Some days I talk myself into a lie
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| I’ve grown cautious, I’ve grown up
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| I’m a skeptic of love
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| Don’t wanna lose what I might find
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| If I could go back now
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| I’d pick you wildflowers
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| Tie them in burlap string
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| Tell you what you mean to me
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| Time eases, but can’t erase
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| The sad look on true love’s face
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| When you know what your heart needs
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| And you tell them you must be free
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| But deep down you know the truth
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| There’s no replacing someone like you
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| If I could go back now
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| I’d pick you wildflowers
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| Tie them in burlap string
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| Tell you what you mean to me |