Carolina sun rays sinking on a south side pier
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Cotton candy, salty kisses, and a couple stolen beers
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Your tan lines were the map for my hands to find their way
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And that empty lifeguard shack, we watched our innocence fade
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Caught in that beach blonde salt sand tide
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Ferris wheel make our ride
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Soak in the summer wind, copper tone visiting
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Tracing the tattoos on your skin
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One, two, three months fly
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Like a blink in your blue eyes
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Where young love rolls in fast as it rolls out
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In beach town
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Sneaking in and getting kicked out at the bayside pool
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And watching your tee shirt drip dry
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Middle of the night, that was so damn cool
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And sandals in your hands
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Swaying to the beat of an off beat cover band
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Spilling your drink, making me sink
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Deeper and deeper with every half drunk wink
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In that beach box salt sand tide
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Ferris wheel make our ride
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Soak in the summer wind, copper tone visiting
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Tracing the tattoos on your skin
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One, two, three months fly
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Like a blink in your blue eyes
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Where young love rolls in fast as it rolls out
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Florida State came calling
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Your goodbye tears came falling
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I said I don't want to go if you don't want to go
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So we just kept on stalling
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We kept on stalling
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Caught in that beach blonde salt sand tide
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Ferris wheel make our ride
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Soak in the summer wind, copper tone visiting
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Tracing the tattoos on your skin
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One, two, three months fly
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Like a blink in your blue eyes
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Young love rolls in fast as it rolls out
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Young love rolls in fast as it rolls out
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In beach town
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In beach town
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Beach Town
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Chase Rice |