| We hit that liquor store
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| By the county line
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| Whipped out a fake ID
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| I got from a friend of mine
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| We made our getaway
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| Due south to the gulf shore sand
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| You were looking like a woman child
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| I was feeling like a full grown man
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| We had a bottle of silver
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| And a bottle of sapphire
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| An Indian blanket
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| And a beachfront bonfire
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| We watched the moon
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| Ship wreck on the water
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| I don’t remember, A night much hotter
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| You, were lying on the hood of my car
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| And I, was strumming on that old guitar
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| And we, were looking for the northern stars
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| And midnight played like a drive in scene
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| You were doing Liz Taylor
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| I was doing James Dean
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| And I loved you as much as I could at 18
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| With sand in your hair and sand in my jeans
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| It was so right, all night
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| And the sunset looked like an airbrushed t-shirt
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| Sewed on the street in Panama City
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| I grabbed the camera and snapped off the picture
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| You said 'love, ain’t it a pitty
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| Someday this moment will fade away
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| Replaced by a photograph'
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| Like the way we remember the words to a joke
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| And forgot how hard it made us laugh |