| I’ve been thinking 'bout all the things we done
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| In the hot nights back in Galveston
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| We would drive out to the coast on a Tuesday night
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| With a bottle of your cheapest wine
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| Killing brain cells while we killed the time
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| Letting every moment roll just like the tide
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| Someday I’m gonna come back to Galveston
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| And some way I’m gonna win back your heart
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| Yeah, someday I’m gonna come back to Galveston
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| And some summer night I’ll show up at your door
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| In the east end down on 17th
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| Heading to the Strand on Mechanic Street
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| Not a single worry or care on our minds
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| Taste the black cherry as I kissed your lips
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| Feel your soft skin on my fingertips
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| I knew I’d never find another quite like you
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| Someday I’m gonna come back to Galveston
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| And some way I’m gonna win back your heart
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| Yeah, someday I’m gonna come back to Galveston
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| And some summer night I’ll show up at your door
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| And some summer night I’ll show up at your door
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| And some summer night I’ll show up at your door
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| Yeah, some summer night I’ll show up at your door |