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I was Ringo Starr of the dashboard drummers, |
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You were turning up the radio. |
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Sitting in the middle, playing the fiddle, |
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You were hotter than a summer back road. |
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And it's crazy how I remember that perfectly |
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When we set sail away in a white Chevrolet |
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With a Jerry jet sticker on the glass. |
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We cut through the night like the KC lights |
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Knowing summertime wasn't gonna last |
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And we swore that wouldn't matter |
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And we'll stay like that together |
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But we're not, cause we're not 19 forever. |
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I remember the time you asked me for a ride, |
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If I could teach you how to drive stick. |
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You burned through the clutch and I burned to touch |
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Every tan line wrappin' your skin. |
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And I still see every memory. |
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When we said sail away and watch I relay |
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With a Jerry jet sticker on the glass. |
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We cut through the night like the KC lights |
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Knowing summertime wasn't gonna last |
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And we swore that wouldn't matter |
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And we'll stay like that together |
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But we're not, no we're not 19 forever. |
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And I still sing along |
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With all those old songs |
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Well, I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, |
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I know it's wrong. |
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I gotta move on. |
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We set sail away in a white Chevrolet |
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With a Jerry jet sticker on the glass. |
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We cut through the night like the KC lights |
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Knowing summertime wasn't gonna last |
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And we swore that wouldn't matter |
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And we'll stay like that together |
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But we're not, no we're not 19 forever. |
