| I was loud and a little sad
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| She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia
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| She had come to spend the summer with her dad
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| I thought she was very pretty
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| We would kiss and hold hands
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| Every night by the football field
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| Her body was tan
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| From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
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| Sweet evening breeze
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| Blows around my thoughts and memories
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| As I lie here today
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| And drink my tea
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| I can still see
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| Sweet evening breeze
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| I saw her in a coffee shop
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| In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas
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| She had cut her long hair off
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| And replaced it with
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| Blue eyes of sadness
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| Still acted like we were kids
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| And she told me that she had to marry
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| And she asked me if I did
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| Still remember
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| Sweet evening breeze
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| Blows around my thoughts and memories
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| As I lie here today
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| And drink my tea
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| I can still see
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| Sweet evening breeze
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| How redundant the future can be
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| These days of old are very, very
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| Ridiculous for me to see
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| When I think about the real gone stories
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| And how time holds the winning hand
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| I can tell by the lines on our faces
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| And the young can’t understand
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| That they look at me
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| When they look at themselves
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| Oh, sweet evening breeze
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| Blows around my thoughts and memories
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| As I lie here today
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| And drink my tea
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| I can still see
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| Sweet evening breeze |