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Remember, Remember,

time spent in November.

We circled around the fire
Our eyes couldn't stay dry.

Hair blowing in the wind,

our love for this we will defend.

Younger than now, this is the past.

Oh, how we thought it would always last.

No reason to hurry, no reason to wait.

On time for nothing, except for fate.

We had to grow older, we couldn't run away.

If only, if only, we could go back to that day.

The day we didn't worry, the day we didn't cry

We knew all the secrets, no one had to pry.

Hands together, hearts within hearts

We played the game with the best hand of cards.

All that glitters is meant to be gold.

But, what do they say about growing old?

Does the laughter diminish, is it quiet all around?

Do we only see each other when we go back to town?

Lives like a sitcom, it was never a bore

We wondered what the future had in store

We'd laugh together for the rest of our lives

We'll wait for the weekend, and take the drive.

Never forgetting the way that we felt

The problems that came and how we dealt

The issues that made the boys act like men

On each other we knew we could depend

What about the funerals we had to attend?

Trying not to cry, attempting to pretend

that it wasn't scary, and we could make it through

Who will be next? What if it's you?

We questioned the way we'd lived and loved

And if it would ever be enough

Will we have regrets when we're old and gray?

Will we stop to appreciate today, today?

Looking forward at tomorrow, and back and yesterday

These are the words that we all want to say

Remember, remember, the trips that we took

and how the police let us off of the hook =]

How free we felt laying in the sand

feet in the water, beer in our hand

Tanned legs and bright smiles

on beaches that went on for miles and miles

The nights we spent laughing at Seth & Phil's

Or the times we were fighting, our for the kill

The "hey's" we yelled when someone opened the door

I never wanted anything more.

Just wanted to remind you that I won't forget

The way it felt to take the hit

and who I called then, and who called me back

to talk to me about what I might lack.

I'm still here if you need me, just give me a ring

I'll find where you are, and everyone else I will bring

We'll sit, talk and remember, remember...

the way we felt that November.