I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor
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The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere
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I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and splattering to the ground
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It's always misty after a summer pour
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And I'll remember turning around and looking out
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And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl
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And I said, "Oh who is this?
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Where was she all those crazy years?
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Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"
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I sipped down some warm ginger ale
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And drew back a breath
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And headed over to see about this girl
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I couldn't say a thing and I just stared open and wide
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And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor
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Oh my god, I think I'm falling.
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Banned From The Back Porch
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| Saves The Day |
