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Driving up the mountain just to see the sunrise I saw something that really caught my eye I saw the trees that stand proudly in the summer And I couldn´t help but say they reminded me of her
With ninety nine people crammed in one seat,
In the summer we let our feet run black with dirt and pavement. Our heels pounded the sidewalks, our skin slapped the streets; each bound stung a little more than the one before.