| We coulda went to wonderland
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| You coulda rode my leviathan
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| In the parking lot
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| With the windows fogging up
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| With the windows fogging, aye
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| Shoulda had the windows fogging up
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| So we can write our names on the glass when we’re done
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| K and J circled with a big ol’heart
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| It’s forever
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| Matching tattoos coulda made it official
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| Got our very own thangs
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| Didn’t have to get a initials
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| Girl, I had the plug with my homie Tony
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| Probably wouldn’t have spend a nickel
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| We could’ve been cotton candy eatin'
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| Knocking blocks over tryna win a prize
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| Girl, I was the prize
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| I was the prize you already won
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| Woulda been the best ever baby TBE
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| Chair lifts Cary two looking over CNE
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| In comfortable silence
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| Admire every scene
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| Thighs and legs set at peace
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| I wanted to get between
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| We coulda went to wonderland
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| You coulda rode my leviathan
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| In the parking lot
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| With the windows fogging up
|
| With the windows fogging, aye
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| We missed out on those cold summer nights
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| Wrapped in blankets when it’s chilly
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| Those cold summer nights
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| With hot coco straight from timmies
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| And a Chevy we go fast in it
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| Speeding bullet to heaven
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| On route to the seven eleven
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| Behind the station back of it
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| Leave a mark but nothing permanent
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| Should’ve been right down by wasaga
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| Sandals off our feet
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| Skipping rocks off the water
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| Watching the stars shoot by the moon
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| Closing eyes making wishes
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| Hoping they come true
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| We should’ve been sitting
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| On the roof of your car
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| With a bottle to our head, baby
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| And the radio on connected to your phone
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| To play your favorite song
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| We coulda went to wonderland
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| You coulda rode my leviathan
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| In the parking lot
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| With the windows fogging up
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| With the windows fogging, aye
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had
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| This is the summer that we never had |