Butter on a summer day, when she's around.
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I was on the track when the gate came down.
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Certainly I recognized
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those blood-shot rear-view mirror eyes of mine.
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I heard that whistle call my name.
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I almost drove away, but Megan I
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had a feeling that you would be on that train
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so I just waited there for you
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Another ride to another town where the air was clean
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and the sun never goes down.
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Everyone was standing in a line
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between the landing and the stairs.
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I heard somebody call my name
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I almost climbed the stairs, but Megan I
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had a feeling that someday you'd meet me there.
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So I just waited there for you.
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Butter on a summer day when I hear that name
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like a dream that never came true.
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Sat down on the track and waited for a train
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to take me back to you.
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Somebody came and took my hand.
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I finally had to go.
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But Megan I just want you to know
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that I waited as long as I could.
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Butter on a summer day, when she's around....
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Megan
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| Lagwagon |
