| All this time
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| Still a part of me
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| Standing on your street
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| At your door
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| Knocking to the beat
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| Of a melody
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| Take me back
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| Take me back to summers when the nights were long
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| Pick it up
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| Picking up the pieces right where we left off
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| Still hear it, just like a record
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| Playing on after all this time
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| Still feel it, with me forever
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| Backseat, with your hands in mine
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| Backseat, with your hands in mine
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| Backseat, with your hands in mine
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| I don’t mind
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| If you’re haunting me
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| In my memory
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| Let’s rewind
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| 'Cause I can’t believe
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| Feels like centuries
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| Take me back
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| Take me back to summers when the nights were long
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| Pick it up
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| Picking up the pieces right where we left off
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| Still hear it, just like a record
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| Playing on after all this time
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| Still feel it, with me forever
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| Backseat, with your hands in mine
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| Backseat, with your hands in mine
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| Still hear it, just like a record
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| Playing on after all this time
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| Still feel it, with me forever
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| Backseat, with your hands in mine
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| See you, and I go falling
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| Right back, to when we met
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| And I hear it, just like a record
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| Playing on after all this time
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| All this time, yeah all this time
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| All this time, I thought we —
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| All this time, yeah all this time
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| All this time |