Droptop Plymouth;
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Shooting stars;
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And all I know
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Is where we are
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Is all that I could ever need.
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There is no place I'd rather be.
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The smell of fall is like perfume
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The way it fills my empty room.
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It's full of laughs.
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It's full of tears.
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And this life it goes:
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On and on.
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Road signs slowly passing by
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Lay my head back;
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Stare at the sky.
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The stars are out in force tonight
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Swimming in the glow of soft moon light.
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August
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| As Advertised |
