I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and splattering to the ground It's always misty after a summer pour And I'll remember turning around and looking out And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl And I said, oh who is this? Where was she all those crazy years? Where was she when my heart couldn't take it's beat? I sipped down some warm ginger ale And drew back a breath And headed over to see about this girl I couldn't say a thing and I just stared open and wide And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor Oh my god, I think I'm falling.
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