She was workin' a summer job
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Sellin' t-shirts towels and sunblock
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A Midwest girl who couldn't live without the beach
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I was a local boy who worked next door
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Never seen a smile like hers before
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She put her feet up on the dash of my old Jeep
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It was henna tattoos tank tops and ray bans
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And hearts drawn in the sand
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Cause summer flings ain't meant to last
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They always burn too hot too fast
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Ya don't talk about it cause you both understand
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Ya get drunk on those boardwalk days
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That pretty buzzed look on her face
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And it fades away just like a seaside tan
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And hearts drawn in the sand
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Sit out on the St. Johns pier
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She drank wine and I drank beer
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And when we saw a boat light blink we'd make a wish
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Then we'd take a walk where the waves hit your feet
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She'd lean right in close to me
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And I could taste the sun and salt on her lips
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And that day would wash away when the tide came in
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Like hearts drawn in the sand
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Oh summer flings ain't meant to last
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They always burn too hot too fast
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You don't talk about it cause you both understand
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You get drunk on those boardwalk days
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And that pretty buzzed look on her face
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And it fades away just like a seaside tan
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And hearts drawn in the sand
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Yea you get drunk on those boardwalk days
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And that pretty buzzed look on her face
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And it fades away just like a seaside tan
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And hearts drawn in the sand
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Hearts Drawn In The Sand
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| Easton Corbin |
