Dandelion Wine
Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov

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Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
A magazine

Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
So I can see ya soon

Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year

And I packed up the dust
Of all that I owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole

I rolled out the day that the apples fell

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