Throwin Rocks

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She wasn?t bad. She wasn?t good. She was just what she was.
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She had a thing makes a man, do the things he does.
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She had a way. A special way, to speak without a word.
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I swear to you, this very day, that this is how it all occurred.

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We was: Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track
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Thinking life could not be better and living in a shack.
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Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones.
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Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping stones.

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I was raised, in New Orleans. She was born in Jacksonville.
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And for a time, to me it seemed , she made the world stand still.

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Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track
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Thinking life could not be better and living in a shack.
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Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones.
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Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping stones.

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I came home late and I caught her, with a man from out of town.
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Now I wait beside the water for the flood to take me down.

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Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track
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Pouring gas on her letters and setting fire to the shack.
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Screaming bloody murder, leaving nothing but the bones.
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Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping stones.

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I am Standing by the water, yeah, throwing rocks n skipping stones.

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