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There's a homemade cross on the side of Lake road
I cleared the weeds off a couple days ago 
where I lost a friend...to a head on crash
His football jersey, lucky number five
was hangin’ on a chair graduation night
where he should have been...man i want him back

Seventeen and bullet proof, is what we’d always say
I still feel the silence, from they read his name

	It was a wake up call, a warning shot
	a kick in the gut reminder, right now is all I’ve got
	gonna live and love, like tomorrows gone
	cause all my days are numbered,
	and I don’t know which one I’m on 

Well it hit me hard when I got the news
Drove To his house fighting back the truth
hoping he was there…working on his truck
we had plans that summer for a big road trip
to get to every beach that was on our list
throw some cold ones down, and rack some memories up

talking bout those college girls, and how we’d spend our lives
we had everything ahead of us, and nothin’ but sweet time

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So I try to soak in every moment now, like it might be my last
and Thank God for every speck of sand in my hourglass 

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