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Seventeen Years 2 by Firebird

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Seventeen Years 2

Modern Dance-Pop With Americana Influences

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[Verse 1]
You were quiet when I met you,
Steady as an old fence line.
I was all questions and sharp corners,
Making up my mind one day at a time.
You took your chances on a redhead,
Lord knows I didn't make it easy then.
Looking back, I’m still glad
We signed up for all of this.
[Chorus]
But seventeen years,
And you're still here.
Through every worry,
Every strange idea,
Every road I swore we shouldn't take.
Seventeen years,
And you're still here.
I'd call that stubborn,
But maybe I’m wrong.
Either way, it's worked for us.
[Verse 2]
You untangled more than necklaces,
Though you never made a fuss.
You had a way of sticking with things,
Even when things included us.
I know I've given you some stories,
A few gray hairs and a little doubt.
But every time I looked behind me,
You were the one still hanging around.
[Chorus]
Seventeen years,
And you're still here.
Through every hard season,
Every long-distance call,
Every mile stretched between.
Seventeen years,
And you're still here.
Solid as New Mexico dirt,
Standing your ground
When the wind in me kicks up.
[Bridge]
The courthouse lady called us Avocado,
And honestly, that fits somehow.
A little dimpled,
A little funny,
Still makes me laugh about it now.
Life wasn't perfect.
Thank God for that.
Perfect stories don't last this long.
[Chorus]
Seventeen years,
And you're still here.
Still the man who shows up,
Still the man I miss,
Still the man I'd choose again.
Seventeen years,
And if I've learned anything,
It's that love looks less like fireworks
And more like a good man
Who keeps coming home.
[Outro]
Seventeen years,
And we're still writing lines.
Not every day’s a classic,
But it’s ours, and that’s just fine.
Seventeen years,
And you’re still here —
The quiet steady in my storm,
My stubborn, perfect kind of warm.