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Could've Been Us
Back When Your Eyes Used To Look Back At Me. Dirty Blonde Hair Blowing In The Breeze. Left Hand Fallin Right Into Mine. Sometimes I Think About What It Was Like. And Wonder. Whyd I Ever Go And Call It
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Summertime
Clock On A Wall Strikes Midnight And Im Fighting Sleep. No One To Call No Place To Be. There Aint Much Sense In Trying To Find Warmth In A Winter. When Youre Seeing The World Through A Black And White