A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand
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She said it was her first time to see the sea
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Helping her climb across those jetty rocks
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Was the first time I touched her hand
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The rain and the way that felt never let up all week
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By Thursday I knew everything about her
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And God, the last day I didn't wanna leave without her
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The sidewalks, the streets were soaked
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The sky was gray but you should've seen her face
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Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain
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And the way she called my name
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I've lived those seven days a thousand times
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Those seven days a thousand
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Time was like the tide, it came and went
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That old pier ran clear out into the mist
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My mind plays back that Tuesday night
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Again and again, and again
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I taste that saltwater taffy on her lips
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Wednesday morning snuck in through the window
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We just laid there and listened to the waves come and go
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The sidewalks, the streets were soaked
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The sky was gray but you should've seen her face
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Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain
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And the way she called my name
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I've lived those seven days a thousand times
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Those seven days a thousand
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Moments with her, now they're all a blur
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Except for every second and every word
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Every drop of rain, every single grain of sand
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The sidewalks, the streets were soaked
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The sky was gray but you should've seen her face
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Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain
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And the way she called my name
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I've lived those seven days a thousand times
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Those seven days a thousand times
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Seven days a thousand times
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A thousand times
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Seven days a thousand times
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Seven Days
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| Kenny Chesney |
