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Waves

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We were driving down furnace woods - long sleeves, striped shirts, throging my hands out the doo, but all in fun. Did we kill him?
I laughed so hard, glass through the air. Right by his face, good thing we cared - but not at all.
And it was then, that I felt the breeze over my heard and through my hands.
Are you sorry? Are you sad?
You're just a little bit tired.
You didn't even mean to leave, nothing more. I won't remember what it's like to be young again. I'm just a little bit tired. And anyone would feel the same, when you were leaving me.
You once wrote me a card, that won't fit (in my hands). And it was funny at the time, but now it just stays with me. And I hope your will hear when I sing this to you. Keep moving on, keep moving on.