| We are leaving for rock run
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| Weekend’s just begun
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| And we are gathered in the car
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| Antique stores and river homes
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| Stretch along the water
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| And they point to where we go
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| It’s my first time up to the north
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| And though the day is short
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| We make our plan into the night
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| Swimming holes and radios
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| That only gets the station
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| That the mountain range lets in
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| And light the way
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| There are angels that are gathered in the sun
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| Light the way
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| We are beautiful but unsure who we are
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| From the trees down to the water’s edge
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| We will come
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| April, with your eyes so bright
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| Promise me that you will come and stay with me tonight
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| You hold promise in your hands
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| And hope that I can never
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| Now I finally understand
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| And light the way
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| There are angels that are gathered in the sun
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| Light the way
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| We are beautiful but unsure who we are
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| From the trees down to the water’s edge
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| From the trees down to the water’s edge
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| Light the way
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| We are beautiful and unsure who we are
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| From the trees down to the water’s edge
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| We will come |