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I can still see your motherDancing in the yardRedheaded skinLeft with a summer scarHolding on to youWith what she had leftAnd time rollingWhole lives stolenAnd the summer sun can tryBut it can't eraseThe lines bad luckHas drawn on your faceBut you're laughingLike you didIn better daysI was driving all nightYou were laying in the backRunning to your bedBefore your will begins to slackYou didn't believe meWhen I told you you where home From Letras Mania