When the street lights come on and the fireflies flicker
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I am walking her home
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Making plans
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With her shoes in her hands I am watching her dance
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As the hem of her dress gently kisses the grass
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It suddenly rains on us
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She is laughing and turns up her hands
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Like autumn turns leaves
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Winter will breathe cold on our necks
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Snow in our paths
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Wherever she goes
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All that I know about us is that beautiful things never last
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That's why fireflies flash
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When this summer time ends we will not part as friends
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Things were promised in blood
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We have sinned
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Now there's tears in her eyes as she's screaming goodbyes
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I run 'long side the car
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Turning numb to the sound
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I notice a chill in the air
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September is creeping up fast
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Like autumn turns leaves
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Winter will breathe cold on our necks
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Snow in our paths
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Wherever she goes
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All that I know about us is that beautiful things never last
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That's why fireflies flash
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Innocence didn't mean we're immune to these things
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Let's blame the passage of time
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Love and loss
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Truth
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It costs more than I can spare right now
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Maybe it's simpler to lie
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Like autumn turns leaves
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Winter will breathe cold on our necks
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Snow in our paths
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Wherever she goes
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All that I know about us is that beautiful things never last
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That's why fireflies flash
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Oh
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Oh
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That's why fireflies flash
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Oh
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Oh
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Fireflies
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| Ron Pope |
