On a summer night, 1975
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Maybe earlier, now I don't remember
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She catches fireflies at the ice cream social
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And oh
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We watch them take flight
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He is coming now with the rake on fire
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He destroys the nest of the wasps up high
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We are standing there with the fire in our eyes
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And oh
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We don't know what we're seeing
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At the cemetery back beyond our house
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There's a grave with pictures, one of him, one of her
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I can smell the flowers, they died long ago
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And oh
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How I long for you...
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Fireflies
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| John Grant |
