| She had a cross around her neck
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| And a flower in her hand
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| That I picked from the side of Thomas Drive
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| On our way to the sand
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| We found an old wooden chair
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| Still warm from the sun
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| She pushed it back, gave me a kiss with Bacardi on her lips
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| And I was done
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| And we spent that week wide open
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| Upside down beside the ocean
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| I didn’t know where it was going
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| Just tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks
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| I should’ve known that kind of feeling
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| Would last longer than that week did
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| Blown away and barely breathing
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| Sunday came and it was over
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| Now she’s got me twisted
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| Like an old beach roller coaster
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| And the rest of those days
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| Turned into long crazy nights
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| When the music got loud
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| We’d sneak away from the crowd
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| Under the boardwalk lights
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| And with all the things we said
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| What I just can’t get past
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| Is the way we let it end
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| Now I’m wondering where she is
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| Knowing I can’t get that goodbye back
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| We spent that week wide open
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| Upside down beside the ocean
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| I didn’t know where it was going
|
| Just tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks
|
| I should’ve known that kind of feeling
|
| Would last longer than that week did
|
| Blown away and barely breathing
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| Sunday came and it was over
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| Now she’s got me twisted
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| Like an old beach roller coaster
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| She’s like a song playing over and over
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| In my mind, where I still hold her
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| I had the chance and I should’ve told her, yeah
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| When we spent that week wide open
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| Upside down beside the ocean
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| I didn’t known where it was going
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| Still trying to keep my heart on the tracks
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| I should’ve known that kind of feeling
|
| Would last longer than that week did
|
| Blown away and barely breathing
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| When Sunday came and it was over
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| Now she’s got me twisted
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| Yeah, I’m still twisted
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| Like an old beach roller coaster
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| Like an old beach roller coaster |