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Mary Chapin Carpenter What Was It Like

it might be something Other than what it was You took something that felt so good And crushed it because you could One summer night What was it like What was it like What was it like

it might be something Other than what it was You took something that felt so good And crushed it because you could One summer night What was it like What was it like What was it

it might be something Other than what it was You took something that felt so good And crushed it because you could One summer night What was it like What was it like What was it like