| We were both nine years old
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| When you came to town
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| I remember the big Allied Van
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| My momma went over, and
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| Took you all lunch
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| And my dad gave your dad a hand
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| And the first time I saw you
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| Was through the screen door
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| When the paper I threw missed the porch
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| Lord, it’s been years since I carried the news
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| But I still carry the torch
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| Of Maple Street memories and Cherry tree games
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| Summer nights and ice cream cones
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| Take the red from the roses, the sun from the sky
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| But leave my Maple Street memories alone
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| Leave my Maple Street memories alone
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| We played hide-and-seek in the buildings out back
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| I was easy to find, I admit
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| As the years flew away, it got harder to hide
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| The fact I thought you were it
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| Then we stood by the lilac bush in your yard
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| Your pink prom gown late in May
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| Your mom took our picture, I took your hand
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| And you took my breath away
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| With Maple Street memories and Cherry tree games
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| Summer nights and ice cream cones
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| Take the red from the roses, the sun from the sky
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| But leave my Maple Street memories alone
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| Leave my Maple Street memories alone
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| I never go back, I don’t stand in the yard
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| And look at your window upstairs
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| In my mind I see you combing your hair
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| And blowing kisses at me in the air
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| Then one time at Christmas
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| I saw you come home
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| Your arms full of children that day
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| And it was later that night
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| When I put mine to bed
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| I put my Maple Street memories away
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| Maple Street memories and Cherry tree games
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| Summer nights and bicycle days
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| Leave me with something that my heart can take
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| But take those Maple Street memories away
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| Take those Maple Street memories away |