I was right there beside him all summer long and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone.When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress.Think of my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans.When you think Tim McGraw...I hope you think of me. September saw a month of tears and thankin' God that you weren't here to see me like that. It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet and lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe when you think Tim McGraw , I hope you think my favorite song.
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