I can hear the
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Sounds of laughter
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Cut across the lake
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Over campfire lights
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Through summers in Maine
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The low hum of an old busted radio
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Singing songs that we knew
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Play it over and again
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Back till you begin
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To match the beating of your heart
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With the ringing in your ears
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Over and again
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Back till you begin
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To match the beating of your heart
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With the ringing in your ears
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Come on and waste away with me
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Up with the rhythm
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Down with the beat
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Growing older, oh oh
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We’re getting older, oh oh
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Waiting for the sound of a lock to turn
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Moving like a ghost in-between the walls
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Take me to the very edge of your pain
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Tap me like a stone outside your window
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I’ll be visiting you in flashbacks
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I’ll be visiting you in dreams
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With our legs on the edge of summer
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The moon spotlighting in the water
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Come on and waste away with me
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Up with the rhythm
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Down with the beat
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Growing older, oh oh
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We’re getting older, oh oh
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Cause these are the nights
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That fill my heart
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And these are the times
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I’ll keep and carry
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Older, oh oh
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We’re getting older, oh oh
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Up with the rhythm
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Down with the beat
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Up with the rhythm
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Down with the beat
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I hear that radio
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Singing songs that we knew
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The ones my mother fell in love to
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Play it over and again
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Back till you begin
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To match the beating of your heart
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With the ringing in your ears
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Over and again
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Back till you begin
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To match the beating of your heart
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With the ringing in your ears
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Come on and waste away with me
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Up with the rhythm
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Down with the beat
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Growing older, oh oh
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We’re getting older, oh oh
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Cause these are the nights
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That fill my heart
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And these are the times
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I’ll keep and I’ll carry
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Older, oh oh
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We’re getting older, oh oh |