| Counted the stars on the 4th of July
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| Wishing they were rockets bursting into the sky
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| Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
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| As the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line
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| As fierce as Monday morning feeling washed away
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| Our orchestrated paradise couldn’t make you stay
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| You dance with the horses through the sands of time
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| As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino county line
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| I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
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| To remind me of a time
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| These pictures and these photographs
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| Let me know I’m doing fine
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| I used to make you happy once upon a time
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| But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line
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| The two of us together felt nothing but right
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| Feeling you near immortal every Friday night
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| Lost in our convictions left stained with wine
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| As the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line
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| I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
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| To remind me of a time
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| These pictures and these photographs
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| Let me know I’m doing fine
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| I used to make you happy once upon a time
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| But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line
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| I don’t talk to you too much these days
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| I just thank the Lord pictures don’t fade
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| I spent time with an angel just passing through
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| Now all that’s left is this image of you
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| Counted the stars on the 4th of July
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| Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
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| Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
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| I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
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| To remind me of a time
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| These pictures and these photographs
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| Let me know i’m doing fine
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| We used to be so happy once upon a time
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| Once upon a time
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| But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line
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| And the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line |