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Nov 2013
$50 and your hand in mine
Singing Jason Aldean when we hit the state line
Back country roads running through little towns
Your voice half a whisper when you'd tell me to slow down

And I can remember it all
Like it was yesterday
But I can't tell you if I want it to fade

We stopped at Shawnee Springs just to sip apple cider
Standing in the rain but that didn't seem to matter
I can remember still the sweet taste on your lips
And my mouth still begs for one more kiss

And I can remember it all
Like it was yesterday
But I can't tell you if I want it to fade
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   Nat Lipstadt
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