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I held the keys to that Chevrolet |
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and you held the keys to my heart |
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I'd throw a fit, hit the dash, |
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get out and kick the tire |
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when that old piece of junk wouldn't start |
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It'd be smoking good I'm slam down the hood |
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Just to see you laughing at me |
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On the other side of a dirty windshield, |
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lookin' as pretty as could be |
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(chorus) |
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We sure saw a lot of miles, |
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never even crossed that county line |
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I would've bet the farm, given my right arm |
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so you'd always be mine |
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Did we crash and burn or make a wrong turn |
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or run out of gasoline? |
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I lost you around 3rd gear and 17 |
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In the blink of an eye high school flew by |
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you went your way and I went mine |
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But we swore we'd make it, |
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our love could take it |
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400 miles could stand the test of time |
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Well I left that fall to play college ball, |
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but my dreams would all come to an end |
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'Cause you know the big leagues never called, |
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and you went and fell in love with him |
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(chorus) |
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We sure saw a lot of miles, |
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never even crossed that county line |
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I would've bet the farm, given my right arm |
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so you'd always be mine |
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Did we crash and burn or make a wrong turn |
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or run out of gasoline? |
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I lost you around 3rd gear and 17 |
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Memories flash through my mind like old faded photographs |
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I still think about you in that red Malibu |
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and I just can't help but laugh |
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We sure saw a lot of miles, |
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never even crossed that county line |
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I would've bet the farm, given my right arm |
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so you'd always be mine |
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Did we crash and burn or make a wrong turn |
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or run out of gasoline? |
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I lost you around 3rd gear and 17 |
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Love broke down around 3rd gear and 17 |
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I lost you around 3rd gear and 17 |
