| We lay on our backs in the driveway
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| Make shapes in the stars with our hands
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| Said we’d return every summer
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| No one could ever change that
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| But somehow we never went back
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| Where the mists rolling down from the mountain
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| You can’t tell the sky from the sea
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| Can just see the lights down in Newport
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| On the beach where the fireworks were free
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| We stayed up all night telling stories
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| I followed your steps through the sand
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| I said we would wind up together
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| 'Til you left town with a band
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| And I chose to stand on dry land
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| Where the mists rolling down from the mountain
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| You can’t tell the sky from the sea
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| Can just see the lights down in Newport
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| On the beach where the fireworks were free
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| Do those lights remind you of me?
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| Every day was a little victory
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| Something I knew we could be
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| Still I recall what you said to me
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| The day we ran into the sea
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| Where the mists rolling down from the mountain
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| You can’t tell the sky from the sea
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| Can just the lights down in Newport
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| On the beach where the fireworks were free
|
| Where the mists rolling down from the mountain
|
| You can’t tell the sky from the sea
|
| Can just see the lights down in Newport
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| On the beach where the fireworks were free
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| Do those lights remind you of me? |