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Jason Blaine

Just A Memory

 

Just A Memory

(album: Make My Move - 2008)


You helped me finish my term paper
Took all night to get it done
Then we turned it in and loaded up my car
Seven hundred miles later, like bandits on the run
Girl, neither one of us had been that far
On a blanket on the beach there you are...

Cut off jeans and sunburned shoulders
Reaching out to pull me closer
Watching that red sun sink lower
In the gulf of Mexico
The taste of sweet strawberry wine
On your lips as you kiss mine
Holding on like you and I ain't never letting go
Feels way too real to be just a memory

I think about that summer almost every day
It'll always be my favourite time with you
Cause right there for a moment, I know I held everything
Then September came and you just disappeared
Girl, sometimes I close my eyes and you're right here

Cut off jeans and sunburned shoulders
Reaching out to pull me closer
Watching that red sun sink lower
In the gulf of Mexico
The taste of sweet strawberry wine
On your lips as you kiss mine
Holding on like you and I ain't never letting go
Feels way too real to be just a memory

No matter what I do there's gonna be a few things I'll never forget

Cut off jeans and sunburned shoulders
Reaching out to pull me closer
Watching that red sun sink lower
In the gulf of Mexico
The taste of sweet strawberry wine
On your lips as you kiss mine
Holding on like you and I ain't never letting go
Feels way too real to be
Oh it's way too real to be just a memory
Just a memory

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