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suddenly
this crazy world made more sense to me * livin life with no sense of time * the taste of salt on a Carolina shore after graduation & drinkin goodbye to friends * I go back to watchin summer fade to fall growin up too fast & I do recall wishin time would stop right in it's tracks * we all have a song that's somehow
stamped our lives that takes us to another place & time * so, I go back to a pew, preacher & a choir singin bout God & brimstone
& fire the smell of Sunday chicken after church *everytime I hear that song, I go back ...
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