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Lemonade stands and memories |
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Of innocence and purity |
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And the noonday sun at ninety degrees |
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The things I carry with me |
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The ice cream man at four or five |
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How'd we flag him down and ask for rides |
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And evenings when we'd sit outside |
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And name the cloud shapes in the sky |
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Those days are gone now and we must carry on |
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But I will not forget the things I learned on your front lawn |
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And how we rode those dusty trails |
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On Huffys and Schwinns from Christmas sales |
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Made forts out of crates with rusty nails |
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And only came home when our stomachs failed |
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Those days are gone now and we must move forward still |
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But I will not forget the things I understood at your window sill |
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I walked your street again last night |
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And laughed to dull the sting of spite |
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But your door was dark and it made me cry |
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Cause mother always kept you shining bright |
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But things they change and people grow |
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And move in step with the green paper flow |
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But deep inside I wonder or maybe I already know |
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They they never really find the answers |
