Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light
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I can feel you read my mind
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I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays
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like music every line
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There's a rug with bleeding dye under the fan in the room
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Where the passions burning high by the chair
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with the leopard skin under the light
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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On the plane step up with both my feet
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Riding in seat number 3 on a flight to NYC
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Got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat
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Catch the view and another good book to read
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Sitting at home over the friendly skies
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Missing her eyes
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down
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Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground
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And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies
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Close our eyes, pretend to fly
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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Staring at a million city lights
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But it's still Penny and I all alone beneath the sky
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Feel the wind brushing slowly by
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If I could soar I'd try to take these wings and fly
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Away to where the leaves turn red
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But no matter where I am instead
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Singing along to feeling alright
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Or making it by under pink moonlight
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down
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Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground
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And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies
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Close our eyes, pretend to fly
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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Penny likes to get away and drown her pain in lemonade
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Penny dreams of rainy days and nights up late by the fireplace
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And aimless conversations about the better days
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Singing along to feeling alright, yeah
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Or making it by under pink moonlight
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down
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Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground
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And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies
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Close our eyes pretend to fly
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It's always Penny and me tonight
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Penny and me tonight
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Penny and me tonight
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Penny and me tonight
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Penny & Me
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Hanson |