I remember when I had it all figured out
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Summer days, summer nights
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You let it go any day, any price
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These highways bring us home,
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and I will make it up to you somehow.
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And I will make it up to you somehow.
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I can count to twenty-three,
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so sleep, sleep tonight.
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I'm sorry I'm not home, home to do
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all the things that I love to do.
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These highways bring us home,
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and I will make it up to you somehow.
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And I will make it up to you somehow.
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And I will make it up to you somehow.
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And I will make it up to you somehow.
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I will make it up to you somehow.
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I will make it up to you somehow.
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I will make it up to you somehow.
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I will make it up to you somehow.
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Promises Made
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| Inkwell |
