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i used to swing the highest
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Route 1, Kansas
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richard milhous nixon
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we went camping once
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i'm a winner
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there once was a cologne called Hai Karate
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highway lights
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driving west we stopped at places like Al's, Angel's, Union 76
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dad played old cassettes as the minivan bounced down out of the rockies
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we crested the high rockies and the air was thin and cool and marvelous
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he pressed his lips into her shoulder, into the soft curve of her neck and whispered iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
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that night it was too hot to touch so we sat outside and listened to cicadas call into the blue florida dark, i am here. i am here.
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lights marked the roadway curves and the radio blasted static into the dark
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we rumbled rain-slicked streets in a '72 Camaro, looking for races and spoiling for trouble
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we raced the sun across west texas plains
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they clasped hands above the gear shift and promised each other they'd last forever
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we woke to nothing but hope and possibility
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she gripped the wheel and felt the hum of all her dreams and possibilities (los angeles)
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the v8 rumbled all around him, in his stomach and bones, and he waited for green with his foot poised above the gas pedal
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drive south; south to palms and sun and tall, untamed grasses