| Night sand felt good on sunburned feet
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| Sittin' on pool chairs we drug to the beach
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| But that salty air was bittersweet.
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| Waitin' for the sun to rise.
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| Best friends talking 'bout the memories we made.
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| We couldn’t believe that we were graduating
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| The wind and the waves were slippin' away but that moment felt so alive.
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| If I could bottle it up I’d have a stash in the truck,
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| Splash in my cup, it’d never get old.
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| One little sip, just a taste on my lip
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| I’d be taking a trip wherever I go.
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| I’d keep a «life's good,
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| Sweet bliss does it ever really get
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| Better than this?"kinda buzz
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| If I could bottle it up.
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| If I could bottle it up.
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| Well the year me and my grandad fixed that car
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| It was a summer full of grease and changing parts
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| But when we finally got that thing to start
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| And it sounded just right.
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| Ridin' with the prettiest girl I know
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| Breaking in brand new record on an old back road
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| When that first slow love song came on
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| She couldn’t hide that little smile.
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| If I could bottle it up I’d have a stash in the truck,
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| Splash in my cup. |
| It’d never get old.
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| One little sip, just a taste on my lip
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| I’d be takin' a trip wherever I go.
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| I’d keep a «life's good,
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| Sweet bliss does it ever really get
|
| Better than this?"kinda buzz
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| If I could bottle it up.
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| If I could bottle it up.
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| And I drink it down.
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| And I’d pass it around, pass it around.
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| Cause it’ll sneak up on you fast
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| When life pours out the good stuff
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| Just can’t make it last
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| But that moment in time would never end,
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| Cause I’d take it with me when it did
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| If I could bottle it up I’d have a stash in the truck,
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| Splash in my cup. |
| It’d never get old.
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| One little sip, just a taste on my lip
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| I’d be takin' a trip wherever I go.
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| I’d keep a «life's good,
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| Sweet bliss does it ever really get
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| Better than this?"kinda buzz
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| If I could bottle it up.
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| If I could bottle it up, I’d bottle it up. |