| We were sun-burned and shoeless kids
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| It was the dead of July
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| We were skippin' stones in the failing light
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| I smelled the fire place
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| Although we were miles away
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| We were infinite
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| There was no time in those days
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| When all we knew wasn’t stolen
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| There was nothing real to lose
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| When our heads were still simple
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| We’d sleep beneath the moon
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| You were something
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| That would always be around
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| When regrets were nowhere to be found
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| Lost out among the trees
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| Our hands scraped the bark
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| You still had bloody knees
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| From your spill in the dark
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| We were both laughing then
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| While carving bad words in the wood
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| We had no need to speak
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| Night, down by the shore
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| We were down by the shore
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| When the skies opened up
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| And all the stars fell into the lake
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| When the water was warm
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| Walked in over my head
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| But you pulled me out by the collar of my shirt
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| Dirt in our ears, sun in our eyes
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| Shirts hung in rags, head in the clouds
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| Our fears had no teeth, hearts were still blind
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| You barely talked and I didn’t mind |