| Sitting there in church last Sunday
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| You reached across and took my hand
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| Heaven help me I started thinking about
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| Bucket seats in my old Trans Am
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| Parked there in your parents' driveway
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| I couldn’t take my eyes off you
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| It felt so good to hear you tell me you loved me too
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| That’ll never get old, even when we do
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| Early morning cups of coffee
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| Late night kisses on my cheek
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| Knowing I got someone else praying for my soul to keep
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| Shaking hands and one small diamond
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| The way I felt that night in June
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| Along with all the other memories I hold on to
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| That’ll never get old, even when we do
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| Even when we’re sitting there
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| With nothing but silver in our hair
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| In a couple of matching rocking chairs
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| Watching the world go by
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| We’ll load the grandkids in the car and drive to the Dairy Queen
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| The whole way there they’ll be rolling their eyes at me
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| For hitting on you like we’re still 17
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| You know I’m gonna try
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| Someday I’ll slow down a little
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| You might even slow down too
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| As long as this old heart’s still beating, I’ll be loving you
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| That’ll never get old, that’ll never get old, even when we do
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| That’ll never get old, even when we do, even when we do |