| Some people remember the first time, some can’t forget the last
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| Some just select what they want to from the past
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| It’s a song you danced to in high school, it’s a moon you tried to bring down
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| On a four in the morning drive through the streets of town
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| Come on come on, it’s getting late now
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| Come on come on, take my hand
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| Come on come on, you just have to whisper
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| Come on come on, I will understand
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| It’s a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon
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| In 1948, late in the month of June
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| Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
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| Now you’re older than they were then that summer night
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| Come on come on, it’s getting late now
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| Come on come on, take my hand
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| Come on come on, you just have to whisper
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| Come on come on, I will understand
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| It’s a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
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| It’s a loss you never get over the first time you lose
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| And tonight I am thinking of someone seventeen years ago
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| We rode in his daddy’s car down the River Road
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| Come on come on, it’s getting late now
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| Come on come on, take my hand
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| Come on come on, you just have to whisper
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| Come on come on, I will understand
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| Come on come on, it’s getting late now
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| Come on come on, take my hand
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| Come on come on, you just have to whisper
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| Come on come on, I will understand |