| The rain is coming down tonight
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| I’m smiling, looking at this photograph
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| I hear that song and I’m flying right back to when we had it made
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| Every Friday night when the sun went down
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| We’d be running them streets like we owned the town
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| And I just can’t let it go, no, I just can’t let it go
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| I wonder if you ever think about it like I do
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| Seven kids on a two lane road
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| Had The Guns on the radio
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| After all this time it still feels so good
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| When I think about those summer nights
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| Singin' out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine
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| Sippin' on the Loko’s, Spark, and Light
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| Ain’t it funny how the best days of my life
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| Was all that wasted time, all that wasted time
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| Out of nowhere, it slipped away
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| And the rope by the river hangs silently
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| And the town that I knew ain’t nothing like it used to be
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| Ah, I can’t explain
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| They took all the color from the picture frame
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| And the days got sold to the grit and the game
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| And I just can’t let it go, no, I just can’t let it go
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| I wonder if you ever think about it like I do
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| Seven kids on my two lane road
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| We had The Guns on the radio
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| After all this time it still feels, feels so good
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| When I think about those summer nights
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| Singin' out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine
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| Sippin' on the Loko’s, spark a light
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| Ain’t it funny how the best days of my life
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| Was all that wasted time, all that wasted time
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| Swinging on the line
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| Living all that wasted time
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| Hey, hey, now
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| Summer dresses dryin' out on the hood of the car
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| Only music that we had was out the left speaker
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| We were living every second 'til the time ran out
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| We had nothing but we had it all
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| When I think about those summer nights
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| Sneaking out the window, running back roads
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| Your hand in mine
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| We were going nowhere, we were so alive
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| Uh huh, ain’t it crazy how the best days of my life
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| Was all that wasted time, all that wasted time
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| We were swinging out on the line
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| Living all that wasted time
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| Hey, you know oh
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| All that wasted time
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| Don’t you feel it coming on back now
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| Time, time, time |