| Tail lights through silver rain
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| Somebody’s excited
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| To be goin' away
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| Spring like December
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| On the corner now
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| Let the memory fade and I’ll forget
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| Well I hope she’s not alone
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| Smiling everywhere she goes
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| So sweet
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| Then I remember she’s a little older now
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| I’d let that fade but I don’t know how
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| And when the sun comes up dead
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| You get sick of it
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| Makes a howling in your head
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| All the time
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| Springtime or December
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| Can’t find cover now
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| Children they get excited
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| When the sun comes around
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| I’m gonna walk in silver rain
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| Look for mine the same
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| Walk for miles till the memory fades
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| And when the sun comes up dead
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| Makes it hard when you know
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| That it’s a story that gets told all the time |