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At noon they rang the bell
We kissed but couldn't tell
Behind that old creaking swing

Then we saddled on that ply
And swung up way too high
Make airplane sounds
Pretending we had wings

But you didn't know
To let go
From way up high
Before it slowed down

The taste of snow
And her glow
Cause these are the things that
Make a memory a home

Hiding love posts in the cracks
And she would always turn her back
Make faces and never let it show

Lay on the rooftop watch the clouds
Roll off the hill tip as we vowed
To keep love even as grow

But you didn't know
To let go
From way up high
Before it slowed down

The taste of snow
And her glow
Cause these are the things that
Make a memory a home

And I still don't know
How to let go
Of that swing buried in my soul

And the taste of snow
And her glow
Cause these are the things that
Make a memory a home

I still don't know

I remember when she cried
When I came to say goodbye
Blamed my parents
For moving out of town

We carved initials on a lock
Placed it underneath a rock
By the swingset
Buried in the ground

And I still don't know
How to let go
Of that swing buried in my soul

And the taste of snow
And her glow
Cause these are the things that
Make a memory a home

I still don't know

And the taste of snow
And her glow
Cause these are the things that
Make a memory a home

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