| He was selling dirt worms out in the summer sun
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| And she came by on her pedal bike
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| And she said «What you doin' boy?» |
| with her cheeks full of bubblegum
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| And sat down on his apple box and smiled
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| She said «I'm missing one front tooth, but I could be some company»
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| So they spent that summer diggin' holes down by the stream
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| She’d say «You're my best friend. |
| The first one I ever had.»
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| He’d just smiled and said «I love you.» |
| without a word
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| He’d put some flowers in her hands
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| As they sat there in the sand
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| On the bank of the river
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| Well, he was never good at sayin' what was on his heart
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| And those three words never came out
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| And she grew up and fell in love with his quiet charm
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| And if it hurt her she didn’t tell
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| Cause he knew how to say I love you in every other way
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| He tried his best to show it on their wedding day
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| When she said
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| «You're my best friend. |
| The first one I ever had»
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| He’d just smiled and said «I love you.» |
| without a word
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| He’d put some flowers in her hands
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| As they stood there in the sand
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| On the bank of the river
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| They had years of life
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| And their cup overflowed
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| It came time for him to walk some of them alone
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| And he said
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| «You were my best friend. |
| The only one I really had
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| Oh how I wish you could have heard me say those words.»
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| And he put some flowers in her hands
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| As he layed her in the sand
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| And cried that he loved her
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| On his knees
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| By the river |