Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,
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I've come to know that memories
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Were the best things you ever had
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The summer shone beat down on bony backs
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So far from home where the ocean stood
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Down dust and pine cone tracks
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We slept like dogs down by the fire side
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Awoke to the fog all around us
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The boom of summer time
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[Chorus]
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We stood
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Steady as the stars in the woods
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So happy-hearted
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And the warmth rang true inside these bones
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As the old pine fell we sang
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Just to bless the morning.
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Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,
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I've come to know the friends around you
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Are all you'll always have
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Smoke in my lungs, or the echoed stone
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Careless and young, free as the birds that fly
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With weightless souls now.
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[Chorus x2]
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We stood
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Steady as the stars in the woods
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So happy-hearted
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And the warmth rang true inside these bones
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We stood
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Steady as the stars in the woods
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So happy-hearted
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And the warmth rang true inside these bones
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As the old pine fell we sang
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Just to bless the morning.
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We grow, grow, steady as the morning
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We grow, grow, older still
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We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
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We grow, grow, older still
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We grow, grow, steady as the flowers
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We grow, grow, older still
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We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
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We grow, grow, older still
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Old Pine
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| Ben Howard |
