| Pouring rain, it’s pouring rain out
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| I’m afraid I might forget
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| What if the good memories start to fade out?
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| Things change, yeah
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| But I get flashes of home now and then
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| In my head
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| Do you remember my Civic?
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| Dark green, dark green
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| With tan seats, tan seats and no A/C
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| It was sweet to me
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| I had a wide angle, smile and a mouth full of gold
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| Candy eyes, candle eyes burning bright down the road
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| Through Carolina, warm air Carolina
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| Slowly, yeah
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| Days get grayed out
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| What if I can’t fix my head
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| What if I can’t fix my head now
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| I don’t wanna forget us with
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| The wide angle smile and a mouth full of gold
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| Candy eyes, candle eyes burning bright down the road
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| Through Carolina, warm air Carolina
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| I had a wide angle smile and a mouth full of gold
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| Candy eyes, candle eyes burning bright down the road
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| Through Carolina, warm air Carolina
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| Ninety-five, ninety-five, ninety
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| I found a photograph, all faded and bunched
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| I had a camo hat, leaning on a red truck
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| On Nico’s red truck
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| He moved to Baltimore City, then he moved to Philly
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| We don’t speak much, the last year’s been so busy
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| I can’t keep up, the years move by so quickly
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| I can’t keep up, I can’t keep up
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| I rode my bike to the YMCA
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| Got my first pay-check from working the day-care
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| It got wet, 'cause it rained on the way back
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| But I loved the smell, so I just inhaled
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| I stopped in a field for a minute when night fell
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| The big moon burned and the rim of the bike wheel
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| Was white from reflecting
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| I don’t wanna forget the way it felt
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| One summer, hot, slow, wet
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| I had a wide angle smile in these pictures that you took
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| It’s strange, I forget that’s how I looked
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| It’s strange how much can change in just a short time
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| It’s strange I’m getting older, I’m afraid
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| I found a photograph all faded and bunched
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| I had a camo hat, leaning on a red truck
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| On my friend’s red truck
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| On my friend’s red truck |