| You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up
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| But you disappear suddenly as my eyes open up
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| You’re just a memory
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| You’re still real
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| You’re just that one night, one time
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| You still make me feel like it’s real
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| You’re standing right in front of me for real
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| You’re dancing in the sun with me
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| I can’t believe I didn’t think of some way to stay
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| And I can’t believe I didn’t think of some way to say
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| You make me feel like holding on to this feeling and
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| You make me believe I’ve got you to believe in
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| I’m on Pacific Coast Highway, Coasting up to this evening
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| And then I see you there
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes…
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| Oh, you know the last thing I thought was I’d be drawn in your lies
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| Now I’m following your trail, those dashed white lines
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| Your name is yesterday
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| You’re still real
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| You’re just that one word, one blur
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| You still make me feel like it’s real
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| You’re standing right in front of me for real
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| You’re dancing in the sun with me
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| I can’t believe I didn’t think of some way to stay
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| And I can’t believe I didn’t think of some way to say
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| You make me feel like holding on to this feeling and
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| You make me believe I’ve got you to believe in
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| I’m on Pacific Coast Highway, Coasting up to this evening
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| And then I see you there
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes…
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| You gave me your number, my bad I hit your bumper
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| But you ain’t mad
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| Now I’m glad 'cause
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| That one night, that one time
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| It’s still real
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| One word, one blur
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| You still make me feel like it’s real
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| You’re standing right in front of me for real
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| You’re dancing in the sun
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| I’m on Pacific Coast Highway, Coasting up to this evening
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| And then I see you there
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes…
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| And the stereo goes… |