| I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor
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| The sky’s air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere
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| I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree’s leaves and splattering to the
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| ground
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| It’s always misty after a summer pour
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| And I’ll remember turning around and looking out
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| And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl
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| And I said, «Oh who is this?
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| Where was she all those crazy years?
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| Where was she when my heart couldn’t take its beat?»
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| I sipped down some warm ginger ale
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| And drew back a breath
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| And headed over to see about this girl
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| I couldn’t say a thing and I just stared open and wide
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| And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor
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| Oh my god, I think I’m falling. |