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Date: Tue, 12 May 1998 20:42:02 -0400
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Subject: k/knight_chris/summer_of_75.crd
>Summer of 75
>by: Chris Knight (Written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate & Annie Tate)
>CD: Chris Knight
>
>
>Intro:
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>In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind
>
>No sound but the beat of her heart and mine
>
>The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first
>kiss
>
>And my first step was a headlong dive
>
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>I couldn t keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly
>
>And I was born in the summer of 75
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>
>In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know
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>Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold
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>As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes
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>And knew I d always have her hand to hold
>
>
>Now somethings don t need saying, you just feel em deep inside
>
>The way I felt in the summer of 75
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>Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away
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>The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold
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>So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine
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>I reach for the warmest thing to hold
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>
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>A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time
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>And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine
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>And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she s still there
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>And the dream I had is still by my side
>
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>I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night
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>That I was born in the summer of 75
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>Yeah, I was born in the summer of 75
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