| It’s all blue when I see him
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| Yeah, that’s his parking spot
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| He’d come up to my window
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| And rest his arms on top
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| He’s so innocent but he thinks he’s bad
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| I was a little scared but I got over that
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| We were opposite while he was so contained
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| I would come undone but he was into it
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| We couldn’t even help but want this
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| Spending all our time, yeah, every second
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| In cars and parking lots
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| Yeah, I think about him a lot
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| Grocery stores and restaurants
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| Yeah, I couldn’t get enough
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| And all the times we had
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| And all the things we said
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| In cars and parking lots
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| Now he’s back in town
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| Says he can’t see me but I see him around
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| She’s got a pretty smile with her hands in his
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| Now I know why he’s not answering
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| But for me this doesn’t change a thing
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| For me this doesn’t change a thing
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| I write him songs but he’s not listening
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| While he erases me I’m drawing him
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| I know I’m not supposed to want this
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| Baby, can, can you take me back to
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| Cars and parking lots
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| I bet he thinks about it a lot
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| And now I can’t go by that spot
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| He’ll just drive past like he forgot
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| All the times we had
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| All the things we said
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| In cars and parking lots
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| (Our hearts were)
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| (Our hearts were)
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| (Our hearts were)
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| Our hearts were in it and we played it like a football game
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| Every single night, every morning
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| He was my lightning sky and my summer rain
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| I never thought it’d end, never thought we’d change
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| From cars and parking lots
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| I still think about him a lot
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| The last time we talked we fought
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| He’s gone but I never forgot
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| But I know sometimes I still cross his mind
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| And everything comes back to him once in a while
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| All the times we had, all the things we said
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| In cars and parking lots
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| Cars and parking lots |