Tattered Memories

we smoked old cigarettes, behind the barn

got our stories straight, sounding alarms

fell for those bad boys selling more than charm

off of center street, down on main

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we followed the letter of the law

got caught tasting daddy's alcohol

made some memories in the ol' barn straw

denying childhood would never be the same

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still we hang on to that innocence

paid penance for our sinfulness

i've yet to feel such vividness

since that day summer went away

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nineteen seventy five to nine

when bobby said that he was mine

i drift back there from time to time

when september calls my name

three hundred and twenty two days until Christmas

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i glamorize it in my mind

those days when all we had was time

to deny them would be such a crime

our fifteen minute climb to fame

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back to those sweet days of september