| Thought I saw you where you once found those cicadas
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| But you hide much better than me
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| I doubt that you’d be there at all
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| Here is where I get the quiet, keep it on your tongue
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| And you let it slide out, out
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| Three years, July, where you scratch my back
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| And then you scratched mine
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| Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again
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| Why you on my mind again?
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| Here is where you took my high, left it in the smoke
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| And you let it dry out
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| Three years, July, where you scratch my back
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| And then you scratched mine
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| Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again
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| Why you on my mind again?
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| Thought I saw you where you once found those cicadas
|
| But you hide much better than me
|
| I doubt that you’d be there at all
|
| Here is where I get the quiet, keep it on your tongue
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| And you let it slide out, out
|
| Three years, July, where you scratch my back
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| And then you scratched mine
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| Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again
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| And I don’t ever want to leave your side
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| Three years, July, where you scratch my back
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| And then you scratched mine
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| Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again
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| And I don’t ever want to leave your side |