| We met down at the floating dock
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| I snack out, scared, I didn’t want to get caught
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| We were nervous, mmmm, but it was worth it
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| There was no such thing as consequence
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| There in his arms it finally made sense
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| In that moonlight
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| He saw my tan lines
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| And everytime my feet are dangling in the water
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| I can’t help but think about him
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| Lying there with his wet hair
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| Didn’t know what we were doing
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| But we didn’t care
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| That old wooden dock was warm on our backs
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| T-shirt for pillow and just like that
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| He kissed me like he meant forever
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| And we were too damn young to know any better
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| The fog rolled in, he said, he’d better go
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| He left his t-shirt for me to hold, a memory
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| A souvenir I could keep
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| So I stayed and watched the sunrise
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| Like it was waking up my life to what love was
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| I could still see us
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| And everytime my feet are dangling in the water
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| I can’t help but think about him
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| Lying there with his wet hair
|
| Didn’t know what we were doing
|
| But we didn’t care
|
| That floating dock was warm on our backs
|
| T-shirt for pillow and just like that
|
| He kissed me like he meant forever
|
| And we were too damn young to know any better
|
| Everytime my feet are dangling in the water
|
| I can’t help but think about him
|
| Lying there with his wet hair
|
| Didn’t know what we were doing
|
| But we didn’t care
|
| That floating dock was warm on our backs
|
| T-shirt for pillow and just like that
|
| He kissed me like he meant forever
|
| And we were too damn young to know any better
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| We were too damn young to know any better |