in a pile of trash on the corner of first and park.
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almost as tall as the street light.
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we pulled over.
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two kids on a black and white dyno.
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my mom and dad bought for my birthday.
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just last week.
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we're finding our fortune here.
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once upon a time.
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brothers by a pocket knife.
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you traded me your secrets.
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i traded you all of mine.
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sometimes when i'm looking back now.
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i wish i could say i'm sorry.
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i'm thinking of me and you.
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back when things felt right.
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this morning we met at the playground.
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we sat on the side of the tractor tire.
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and talked of our plans for the next five days.
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over some cherokee red.
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sometime back in late november.
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we checked out the ice together.
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the rope tied around my waist.
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you'd pull me back if i would fall.
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late night.
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sending signals through the open blinds with flashlights.
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the neighbors dog would bark till early morning sunrise.
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some roman candles and a book of matches that night.
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explaining burn marks in our clothes at dinner.
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headlights that ran across the bedroom wall.
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we thought that it might be a ufo from outer space.
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and sometimes we crawled out on the roof.
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and tuned the radio into the auto-rama drive in movie show
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Cherokee Red
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| Brandtson |
