| She wore that dress like it was a Saturday
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| Pretty as a summer rose
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| Picked in the morning
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| He held her hand like it was a mystery
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| One he couldn’t quite believe
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| Was walking with him
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| They were high up on a hill
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| With something to say and daylight to kill
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| Time slipped away, way that it will
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| Around and around dancing round the question posed
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| Pick a coin and watch it roll
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| Down into the wishing well
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| Two step sunset, there goes another day
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| Another chance to give away
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| Secrets they keep to themselves
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| They were high up on a hill
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| With something to say, daylight to kill
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| Time slipped away, way that it will
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| Darkness falls without a sound
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| They come tumbling down
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| Tumbling after, tumbling after
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| She wore that dress like it was a Saturday
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| Pretty as a summer rose
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| Picked in the morning
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| He held her hand like it was a mystery
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| One he couldn’t quite believe
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| Was walking with him
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| They were high up on a hill
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| With something to say the daylight to kill
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| Time slipped away, the way that it will |