The story
He falls hard before the mud even dries.
Mud flies as he and she get caught in the mess, boots and jeans spattered while the day keeps on rolling. He grins through the grime, unable to look away, and what starts as a splatter turns into the first crack of something sweeter, right there in the mess.
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Lyrics
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