| Do you remember
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| 17 Septembers ago
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| Sweat on the backseat
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| Dylan on the radio
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| You peeled off your troubles
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| When you peeled off your old blue jeans
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| But in the dash light
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| She’s like an angel fallen to earth
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| And you convince yourself that she’s worth
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| Every risk you took the night the cornfields shook
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| Bye, bye baby, in the click of hands
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| Hello yet-to-be mystery man
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| One night in a car changed who you are
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| A boy a the front wheel
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| 17 Septembers have passed
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| «Pop the clutch with your left heel…»
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| You’re linking up his future, your past
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| And you tell him, «Your mom and me were bound for trouble-
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| Wedding bells at the age of 18…»
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| But in the dash light
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| He looks like an angel fallen to earth
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| And now you know how it cold have been worse
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| For every risk you took the night the cornfield shook
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| Bye, bye baby, in the click of the hand
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| Look he’s a yet-to-be mystery man
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| Who played kick-the-can
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| With a glass filled with sand |