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Sep 2013
Meet me in Kentucky next summer
West Virgina in the fall
I'm just the one you wanna see this winter
Bring a pack

Leave your daddie's Bible
Well sit on some steps
Just kidding each other on the porch come Spring
I'll take you back next summer

My mom told me it wasn't ok to cry
But even the warmest Janurary makes me hide
Written by
Grant Baldwin  New York City
(New York City)   
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