| I can hear the
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| Sounds of laughter
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| Cut across the lake
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| Over campfire lights
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| Through summers in Maine
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| The low hum of an old busted radio
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| Singing songs that we knew
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| Play it over and again
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| Back till you begin
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| To match the beating of your heart
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| With the ringing in your ears
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| Over and again
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| Back till you begin
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| To match the beating of your heart
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| With the ringing in your ears
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| Come on and waste away with me
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| Up with the rhythm
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| Down with the beat
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| Growing older, oh oh
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| We’re getting older, oh oh
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| Waiting for the sound of a lock to turn
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| Moving like a ghost in-between the walls
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| Take me to the very edge of your pain
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| Tap me like a stone outside your window
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| I’ll be visiting you in flashbacks
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| I’ll be visiting you in dreams
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| With our legs on the edge of summer
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| The moon spotlighting in the water
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| Come on and waste away with me
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| Up with the rhythm
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| Down with the beat
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| Growing older, oh oh
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| We’re getting older, oh oh
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| Cause these are the nights
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| That fill my heart
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| And these are the times
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| I’ll keep and carry
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| Older, oh oh
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| We’re getting older, oh oh
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| Up with the rhythm
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| Down with the beat
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| Up with the rhythm
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| Down with the beat
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| I hear that radio
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| Singing songs that we knew
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| The ones my mother fell in love to
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| Play it over and again
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| Back till you begin
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| To match the beating of your heart
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| With the ringing in your ears
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| Over and again
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| Back till you begin
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| To match the beating of your heart
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| With the ringing in your ears
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| Come on and waste away with me
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| Up with the rhythm
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| Down with the beat
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| Growing older, oh oh
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| We’re getting older, oh oh
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| Cause these are the nights
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| That fill my heart
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| And these are the times
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| I’ll keep and I’ll carry
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| Older, oh oh
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| We’re getting older, oh oh |