Nostalgia in Lemonade

A sweetheart drinking lemonade
 In absence of the shade
 It tingles spines like buried pines
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 A sweat-line on parade
 On a blanket made with patches that describe the zodiac
 With a Norman Rockwell smile and some flarey summer flats
 In a court when rubber balls bounce high above the baseball hats
 I am running from my notes
 My only lemonade
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 I'm driving in a snowy race
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 Your sunny dates I chased
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 Your couple with some twisted straws
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 There's gonna be some spills
 And the ice that you chase after is the last thing in the glass
 And the ritual of longing for a thing that doesn't last
 Now I'm losing all my focus when my soul goes in the grass
 I am one too many close
 My only lemonade
 My only lemonade
 My only lemonade
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 My only lemonade
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 My only lemonade
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