| She was workin' a summer job
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| Sellin' t-shirts towels and sunblock
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| A Midwest girl who couldn’t live without the beach
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| I was a local boy who worked next door
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| Never seen a smile like hers before
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| She put her feet up on the dash of my old Jeep
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| It was henna tattoos tank tops and ray bans
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| And hearts drawn in the sand
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| Cause summer flings ain’t meant to last
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| They always burn too hot too fast
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| Ya don’t talk about it cause you both understand
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| Ya get drunk on those boardwalk days
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| That pretty buzzed look on her face
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| And it fades away just like a seaside tan
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| And hearts drawn in the sand
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| Sit out on the St. Johns pier
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| She drank wine and I drank beer
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| And when we saw a boat light blink we’d make a wish
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| Then we’d take a walk where the waves hit your feet
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| She’d lean right in close to me And I could taste the sun and salt on her lips
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| And that day would wash away when the tide came in Like hearts drawn in the sand
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| Oh summer flings ain’t meant to last
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| They always burn too hot too fast
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| You don’t talk about it cause you both understand
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| You get drunk on those boardwalk days
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| And that pretty buzzed look on her face
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| And it fades away just like a seaside tan
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| And hearts drawn in the sand
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| Yea you get drunk on those boardwalk days
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| And that pretty buzzed look on her face
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| And it fades away just like a seaside tan
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| And hearts drawn in the sand |