| Some memories are made out of the paper
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| They burn like a high school cigarette
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| Some leave without a «see you later»
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| Turn the page and pretty soon you forget
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| And others are made of concrete
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| Others are made of steel
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| No, you can’t get away from the way they made you feel
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| No, you can’t get away from the way they made you feel
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| And that’s me and you in a Mustang blue tonight
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| With your arms around me
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| The summer heat melting me right into you, nothing compares
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| To «I need you, baby» echoing out the window
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| Us on that dirt road with the, the honeysuckle in the air, air
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| With the honeysuckle in the air
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| Some memories are made up of sunlight
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| They shine until they lose their glow
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| Yeah but you were made of first times, the good kind with the goodbye
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| That still won’t let me go
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| No, it still won’t let me go
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| And that’s me and you in a Mustang blue tonight
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| With your arms around me
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| The summer heat melting me right into you, nothing compares
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| To «I need you, baby» echoing out the window
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| Us on that dirt road with the, the honeysuckle in the air, air
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| With the honeysuckle in the air |