| I was your back row, backseat
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| Parked on a side street, arms you were wrapped in
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| I was your rose-gold promise ring, very first everything
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| Now I’m just a has been
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| I knew you like the back of my hand
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| I wish you were holding
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| It’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| And now everywhere I go in this small town
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| Just reminds me, what we used to be
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| Back when we used to be young, used to be wild
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| Our love could’ve walked on water
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| Used to be sparks, used to be fire
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| That flame could’ve burned forever
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| But I let good for me and good for you
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| Become too good to be true
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| I kinda hate myself right now
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| 'Cause I miss the me,
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| I used to be with you
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| When I used to be with you
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| I was your late night, last dance, Polaroid on the dash
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| World didn’t turn without you
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| Now you’re goodbye, long gone, packed up moved on
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| And I can’t figure out how to
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| I knew you like the back of my hand I wish you were holding
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| It’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| And now everywhere I go in this small town
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| Just reminds me, what we used to be
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| Back when we used to be young, used to be wild |
| Our love could’ve walked on water
|
| Used to be sparks, used to be fire
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| That flame could’ve burned forever
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| But I let good for me and good for you
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| Become too good to be true
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| I kinda hate myself right now
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| 'Cause I miss the me
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| I used to be with you
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| When I used to be with you
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| We used to be young, used to be wild
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| Our love could’ve walked on water
|
| Used to be sparks, used to be fire
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| That flame could’ve burned forever
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| But I let good for me and good for you
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| Become too good to be true
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| I kinda hate myself right now
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| 'Cause I miss the me
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| I used to be with you
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| When I used to be with you
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| Yeah, I miss the me, I used to be with you |