Blonde hair blowin’ in the summer windA blue-eyed girl playing in the sandI’d been on a trail for a little whileBut that was the night that she broke down and held my handThe teenage rush, she said, ’maybe I’ll just runaway, we got time’Well that ain’t much…We can’t wait ’til tomorrowYou gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?It’s the one thing you can choose, oh!We got
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