I was loud and a little sad.
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She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia.
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She had come to spend the summer with her dad.
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I thought she was very pretty.
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We would kiss and hold hands
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Every night by the football field.
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Her body was tan
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From the afternoons by the public swimming pool.
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Sweet evening breeze
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Blows around my thoughts and memories.
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As I lie here today
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And drink my tea,
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I can still see
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Sweet evening breeze.
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I saw her in a coffee shop
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In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas.
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She had cut her long hair off
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And replaced it with
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Blue eyes of sadness.
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Still acted like we were kids
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And she told me that she had to marry
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And she asked me if I did
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Still remember.
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Sweet evening breeze
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Blows around my thoughts and memories.
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As I lie here today
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And drink my tea,
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I can still see
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Sweet evening breeze.
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How redundant the future can be.
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These days of old are very, very
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Ridiculous for me to see
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When I think about the real gone stories
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And how time holds the winning hand.
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I can tell by the lines on our faces
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And the young can't understand
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That they look at me
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When they look at themselves.
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Oh, sweet evening breeze
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Blows around my thoughts and memories.
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As I lie here today
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And drink my tea,
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I can still see
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Sweet evening breeze.
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Sweet Evening Breeze
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John Cougar Mellencamp |