| I don’t talk about you much
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| But I love it when your name comes up
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| In conversation
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| Back at home
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| Playing records
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| We both know
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| The county fair
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| The plastic chairs
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| The reason that we brought them there
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| The sky was lighting up in red and white
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| But all the blue was in your eyes
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| I did everything I could think of
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| To make you not want to leave
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| I did everything I could think of
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| To make you not want to leave me crying
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| But oh you ain’t ever coming back
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| The trail’s gone cold, can’t follow your tracks
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| Oh you ain’t ever coming back to me
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| No
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| And oh now and I’m running in the wind
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| I’m wishing I could hold your hand again
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| But oh you ain’t ever coming back to me
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| But oh a girl can dream
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| Cherry wine
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| And dandelions
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| Pops against the green
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| It’s all a show
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| But I don’t mind it makes me smile
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| If only for a little while
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| Another drink another mile
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| The winter snows
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| The kudzu grows
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| And nothing’s as it seems
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| No one can see
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| The names I carved
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| In underneath
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| The sapling trees
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| Are hardening
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| I did everything I could think of
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| To make you not want to leave me crying
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| But oh you ain’t ever coming back
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| The trail’s gone cold, can’t follow your tracks
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| Oh you ain’t ever coming back to me
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| No
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| And oh now and I’m running in the wind
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| I’m wishing I could hold your hand again
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| But no you ain’t ever coming back to me
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| But oh a girl can dream
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| A girl can dream
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| My friends all ask but I don’t know
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| Where you went or why you’d go
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| The summer breeze is dying now
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| Just like the boys who taught us how to love
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| But I don’t talk about you much |