| I was Ringo Starr of the dashboard drummers
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| You were turning up the radio
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| Sitting in the middle, playing the fiddle
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| You were hotter than a summer back road
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| And it’s crazy how I remember that perfectly
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| When we set sail away in a white Chevrolet
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| With a Jerry Jet sticker on the glass
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| We cut through the night like the KC lights
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| Knowing summertime wasn’t gonna last
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| And we swore that wouldn’t matter
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| And we’d stay like that together
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| But we’re not, 'cause we’re not nineteen forever
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| I remember the time you asked me for a ride
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| If I could teach you how to drive stick
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| You burned through the clutch and I burned to the touch
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| Every tan line wrapping your skin
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| And I still see every memory
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| When we set sail away in a white Chevrolet
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| With a Jerry Jet sticker on the glass
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| We cut through the night like the KC lights
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| Knowing summertime wasn’t gonna last
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| And we swore that wouldn’t matter
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| And we’d stay like that together
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| But we’re not, no we’re not nineteen forever
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| And I still sing along
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| With all those old songs
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| Well I know it’s wrong, I know it’s wrong
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| I know it’s wrong
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| I gotta move on
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| When we set sail away in a white Chevrolet
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| With a Jerry Jet sticker on the glass
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| We cut through the night like the KC lights
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| Knowing summertime wasn’t gonna last
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| And we swore that wouldn’t matter
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| And we’d stay like that together
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| But we’re not, no we’re not nineteen forever |