Your face lit up by the fireworks
I love you so much that it hurts
Your love is something I thirst
When I see your face I'm at a loss for words
While the sparklers sparkle
And the bottle rockets pop
I sit with you blasting country and classic rock
I was the 4th of July night time and hot
We were sitting under a tree far away from the parking lot
And away from the fair ground mob
Just me you and the fireworks atop
We held each others hand and sat there and watched
Me in my converse and you in your tank top
Just watching the fireworks go boom and pop
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