squeeze my hand, take the fright
wrap it up, give it to the night
and tell me stories of our glory days
shed the shy on this waterway
but i can't speak, i can't retreat
i'm here right now, and i know you know
you know how nice it was
here right now, we can't forget
no we can't forget how good it was
there's my boat ride to the other side
wish there was a bridge so we could walk it all night
[brooke waggoner]
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