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A perfect Saturday afternoon under the trees
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by starlight I'll kiss you and promise to be your one and only
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when I want to run away I drive off in my car but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are
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rules are meant to be broken
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searching for something that does not exist
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winter fades past the trees with lonely whispers left behind
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you may be my lucky star, but I'm the luckiest by far
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Now the morning falls fading ornaments from the skies, each and every light shines so brightly through your eyes.
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beeeeeees
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once inconvenient now a gift
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November melodies
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I keep looking up, to the right, your never there anymore
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a new day
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all I ever wanted, I was never worthy of having
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freedom awaits me under the lights peering through a maple tree
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it's not hard to see when we truly begin to listen
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c e l e b r a t e
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if only each flower could live under all of those lights so beautiful so bright.