| I remember drivin' and the smell of rain
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| And your hands out the window flyin' like a plane
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| I remember smilin' and starin' at your face
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| Like it would disappear if I blinked or looked away
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| Yeah
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| Old hickory and your sick dress
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| Won’t let me go just yet
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| I remember sittin' on your folks' pull-out couch
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| You kept sayin' it was cold, I was starin' at your mouth
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| And the more I read about memory the less I pay it mind
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| It’s just a story that we tell ourselves, or at most, a lullaby
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| Yeah
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| Your eyes and the TV glow
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| They will not let me go
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| And I know we had our reasons why
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| But I cannot hold them in my mind
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| Yeah I know we had our reasons why
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| Instead I
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| I remember watchin' you cross the room
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| I knew all your friends, I did not know you
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| And when you said your name, I felt vaguely sick
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| And the whole world swum beneath us, I loved you so quick
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| Yeah
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| You laughed and turned your head
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| I can’t get free of it
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| And I know we had our reasons why
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| But I cannot hold them in my mind
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| Yeah I know we had some real bad times
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| But I cannot hold them in my mind
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| In my mind
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| In my mind
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| In my mind
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| In my mind |