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That Year
Out on the dock
Out on the dock
It wasn't her plan
Is this what it's like
To be with a man
Getting up from her sleeping form she stumbles
Trips in the dark as she runs for
Runs for the house or anything else
That year the summer was scorching
That year the sky was so blue
That year they prayed Easter morning
Looking across he follows a light but it doesn't move
Not looking up, he's chasing the dream, he's chasing his dream
Turning back from Manhasset Bay he wonders, if there's a chance she still loves him, after these years
That year they fell into nothing
That year their dreams had all died
