Fresh cut grass, one cold beer.
Thank the Lord I am here and now, here and now.
Summer dress, favorite park.
Bless your soul we are here and now, here and now.
I'm wide awake,
so what's the point of dreaming when your life is great?
Celebrate the feeling
Can't complain about much these days, I believe we'll be okay.
We'll scream it out, I believe we'll be okay.
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