She had a cross around her neck
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And a flower in her hand
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That I picked from the side of Thomas Drive
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On our way to the sand
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We found an old wooden chair
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Still warm from the sun
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Pushed it back, gave me a kiss with Bacardi on her lips
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and I was done
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[Chorus:]
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And we spent that week wide open
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Upside down beside the ocean
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I didn't know where it was goin'
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Just tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks
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I should've known that kind of feelin'
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Would last longer than that week did
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Blown away and barely breathin'
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Sunday came and it was over
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Now she's got me twisted
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Like an old beach roller coaster
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The rest of those days
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Turned into long crazy nights
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When the music got loud
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We'd sneak away from the crowd under the boardwalk lights
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And with all the things we said
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What I just can't get past
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Is the way we let it end
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Now I'm wonderin' where she is
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Knowin' I can't get that goodbye back
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[Repeat Chorus]
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She's like a song playin' over and over
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In my mind, where I still hold her
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I had the chance and I should've told her
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When we spent that last week wide open
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Upside down beside the ocean
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I should've known where it was goin'
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Still tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks
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And I should've known that kind of feelin'
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Would last longer than that week did
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Blown away and barely breathin'
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When Sunday came and it was over
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Now she's got me twisted, year, I'm still twisted
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Like that old beach roller coaster
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Like that old beach roller coaster
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Roller Coaster
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Luke Bryan |