| He left seaside dasies on her porch
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| every day for weeks until she showed
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| There he was waiting with horse and carriage
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| would marriage be further down the road
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| Well he took her hand, he took the reigns without a plan
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| and he found that they were moving toward the sea
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| the smell of the ocean was liquor-less potion
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| it filled them as they fell so carelessly
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| la-de da-de daaaa
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| woah that’s my mom and pa on the wall, smiling
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| and that’s the only photo ever taken of them
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| there they old, and though they are grey,
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| that’s only a moment in a lifetime of days
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| and nobody brought a camera
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| on their wedding day
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| nobody captured the range of emotion
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| and colors as the sun set on the bay
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| and they don’t have proof of their anxious youth
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| how they threw themselves together in giddy haste
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| they can only remember that day in september
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| the jitters and the daisies and the lace
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| la-de da-de daaaa
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| woah that’s my mom and pa on the wall, smiling
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| and that’s the only photo ever taken of them
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| there they old, and though they are grey, |
| that’s only a moment in a lifetime of days
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| and in eighteen fifty-five I was born into their lives
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| eyes as wide and blue as the atlantic
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| i have a picture in my mind, a tiny dress out on the line
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| he called her mama, and she thought it was romantic
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| a storm came upon our silk and I was cryin' inside for milk
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| she ran to me while he pulled down the laundry
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| and for all the rain and tears we would face in family years
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| i got a thousand happy pictures
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| i got a thousand happy pictures with me
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| oh i got a thousand happy pictures with me
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| oh that’s my mom and pa on the wall, smiling
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| and that’s the only photo ever taken of them
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| there they old, and though they are grey,
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| that’s only a moment in a lifetime of days
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| that’s only a moment in a lifetime of days |