| Sun is going down backs are to the ground mid November
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| From your castle in the trees hear you call to me I remember
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| Oh the things we miss
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| With grass stains on our shins
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| Do you have to go, do you have to go tell me do you
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| You don’t wanna go, you don’t wanna go tell me do you
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| Taking turns we find seeking while we hide chasing memories
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| Still I know the somber song of the meadowlark written for me
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| Oh the things we find
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| When scars are left behind
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| Do you have to go, do you have to go tell me do you
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| You don’t wanna go, you don’t wanna go tell me do you
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| Oh the things we miss, oh the things we miss, oh the things
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| Oh the things we miss, oh the things we miss, oh the things
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| Oh the things we miss, oh the things we miss, oh the things
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| Oh the things we miss, oh the things we miss, oh the things
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| Do you have to go, do you have to go tell me do you
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| Oh the things we miss, oh the things we miss, oh the things
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| You don’t wanna go, you don’t wanna go tell me do you
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| Do you have to go, do you have to go tell me do you |