| Up on the drawbridge when we stood in the wind
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| My car left running, the doors wide open
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| The wind spread ripples along the river waves
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| Your hands in my hair as the drawbridge swayed
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| You leaned in closer as the sun fell away
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| A plastic bag trembled, caught in the waves
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| When you whispered what you whispered in my ear
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| The breeze at the shoreline bent down the rushes
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| Sparrows cried out from the waving willows
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| And even the minnows in the muddy shallows
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| Even the frogs calling from the shadows
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| Even the wind leaned in to listen
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| When you leaned in closer, your hands in my hair
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| When you whispered what you whispered in my ear
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| When you whispered what you whispered in my ear |