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Bo Bedingfield
Bo Bedingfield
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Bo Bedingfield
Bo Bedingfield
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My little sister had put her boys down
And we were talking in the yard
About the past and we were laughing
Reminiscing pretty hard
In North Carolina there's a place we used to go when we were young
And spend November's finest afternoons where leaves diffused the setting sun
Rhododendron, I'm remembering
Wild azalea by the lake
We felt like natives, we felt like wild ones
We felt no cause to be afraid
In North Caroline in the place we used to go when we were young
And spend November's finest afternoons where leaves diffused the setting sun
I'm gonna go back some day
Through Silva past the lake
So I can stand in the same place and pretend I feel the same
At that one spot by the reservoir
Where we played without a care
Years later I read in the paper, right there
Three kids were killed by bears
It just goes to show
It just goes to show
It just goes to show
I don't know hell I don't know
I don't know
In North Carolina there's a place we used to go when we were young
Written by: Bo Bedingfield
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