| Daily grind, ladder climb
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| The city life don’t know no limits
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| American pie, get a slice
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| If you close your eyes you just might miss it
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| Pretty girl, it’s a crazy world
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| And the only thing that keeps me
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| From going out of my mind
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| Is your love, Sunday morning than easy
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| Your love, it’s got that high school, prom night feeling
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| Your love is barefoot, running wild on sacred ground
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| Your love is like a small town
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| From a mom and pop diner
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| Off the beaten path down some back road
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| To the open air, town square
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| Flag waving at the top of that pole
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| Friday nights, football lights
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| The stadium packed, full of home team pride
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| Yeah, that’s what it feel like
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| Your love, Sunday morning than easy
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| Your love, it’s got that high school, prom night feeling
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| Your love is barefoot, running wild on sacred ground
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| Your love is like a small town
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| Baby, got your name spray painted all over my heart
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| And I’m fifteen, climbing that water tower in the dark
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| Yeah, in the dark
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| Your love, Sunday morning than easy
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| Your love, it’s got that high school, prom night feeling |
| Your love is barefoot, running wild on sacred ground
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| Your love is like a small town
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| Your love is like a small town |