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 to clime the jetty rocks was the first time I touched her hand
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and the rain and the way it 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 and streets were soaked and the sky was gray
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but you should've seen her face, shining like that light house
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through all the rain 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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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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and my mind plays that Tuesday night again and again and again
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I taste that old saltwater taffy on her lips
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And Wednesday morning snuck in through the window
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and we just laid there and listened to the waves come and go
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The sidewalks and streets were soaked and the sky was gray
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but you should've seen her face, shining like that light house
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through all the rain and the way she called my name
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Well, I've lived those seven days a thousand times,
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those seven days a thousand times
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Moments with her, now there all a blur, except for every second,
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every word, every drop of rain, every single grain of sanda€|
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The sidewalks and streets were soaked and the sky was gray
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but you should've seen her face, shining like that light house
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through all the poring rain and the way she called my name
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Well, I've lived those seven days a thousand times,
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those seven days a thousand times
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[Instrumental fade]
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Seven Days A Thousand Times
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| Lee Brice |
