| Summer nights by the old marina in a seaside town south of Mendocino
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| We were college bound kids getting all untied we’d sleep all day and be up all
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| night spent our time numbin our minds on nirvana and fireball
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| Ain’t it funny how time flies and those nights get harder and harder to recall
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| Oh I miss, I miss sweet Monterey fast boats and hot lazy days
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| You up on my shoulders with the fireworks raining down
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| We couldn’t wait to get out of there
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| But now I know what I had back there
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| In Monterey
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| Police lights flashin on the girls of summer, dumping beer on a beach man what
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| a bummer
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| We were Frat house camping, we were beer bong kings, didn’t have twenty dollars
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| but we had everything
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| Football by truck light, guitars and fist fights, talking round fires till dawn
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| Smell of sunrise coffee and holdin sweet Maggie as she nodded off in my arms
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| Oh I miss, I miss sweet Monterey fast boats and hot lazy days
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| You up on my shoulders with the fireworks raining down
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| We couldn’t wait to get out of there
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| And now I know what I had back there
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| In Monterey
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| Oh I miss, I miss sweet Monterey fast boats and hot lazy days
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| You up on my shoulders with the fireworks raining down
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| We couldn’t wait to get out of there
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| And now I know what I had back there
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| In Monterey |